Sitting on the couch on a very lonely day watching a movie titled “home alone” when the child was left behind by his family members on their vacation trip at the airport reminded me of how I was lost in my first travel experience… Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of my alarm woke me up at 8:00am in the morning, I woke up so happy because I was traveling that day to the United states as a student to complete my bachelor’s degree and start my master’s degree, I quickly had my bath, brush my teeth and was ready to go. My dad who was taking me to the airport has not even woken up yet, I was just so eager to start the journey. Finally, we were ready to go to the airport, my mom and dad followed me to the airport, which was Murtala Muhammed airport the …show more content…
Nevertheless, when we got Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, my first stop before I took the next flight to Washington DC, which was when the story that I will never forget in a hurry started. I got to Addis Ababa having the mindset I had in my country “I will ask questions and I will be directed”. The next flight I was to take was the one to Washington DC, which was by 11:00pm in the night just an hour interval after the flight from Nigeria. I needed to go to Washington DC because that was my next stop after Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, and also to get to my final destination Tallahassee, Florida. I went to meet one of the staffs working there, a young lady to see if she can direct me to where my gate was “Excuse me, do you know where this gate is” pointing at the gate number on my boarding pass, repeated it again to her thinking she didn’t hear what I said then she replied saying what sounded like “gheds xon de polds tekh”. I asked her if she speaks English, still she replied saying what she said earlier, I quickly did …show more content…
Moreover, it was about 1:45am the next day, and those people that I assumed were going to Washington DC had gone for their baggage check about 15 minutes ago. I started running to see if I could catch up with the baggage check and aboard the plane, I ran so fast that my legs were almost touching my head but I did not know where I was running to. I looked around to see if I could see any of them or a queue for baggage search but I saw did not see any of them or a queue for baggage, so I went back to where those people who I thought were going to Washington DC stayed before the announcement. Fortunately for me, one of those people going to Washington DC, a man looking to be in his late forties forgot his hand luggage there and came back to take it, as soon I saw him taking his luggage I followed him to where he was going. We walked for about 10 minutes and I was getting tired because of my heavy hand luggage and also thinking he was just going to the bathroom or another place, but something kept telling me to continue following him. Soon, he got to his destination and I saw the gate number on my boarding pass on the gate where the man entered for his baggage search and that was also the gate I have been seeking for about 2 hours. The man who had forgotten his hand luggage went for his baggage search and I heard something like “sorry for the delay” when the woman searching the baggage finished the
Washington D.C: Our Nation’s Capital Although the entire world is familiar with the City of Washington as the United State’s capital, the city was nonexistent when we became a nation in 1789. Thanks to the brilliant design of the French born engineer, Pierre Charles L’Enfant and his assistants Benjamin Banneker and Andrew Ellicot, our capital city that was once a swamp now is beautiful with many different parks, gardens trees, tall buildings and wide avenues. Washington, District of Columbia named after Christopher Columbus, has played a unique role in the wars of our nation and has been dramatically affected by their awesome events.
It was back when I was 14 years old in the 8th grade, when I got an opportunity to take a trip to Washington D.C. to learn, explore, and meet new people in a different state. There was a long way to go, for me to be able to be chosen to go on the trip. This trip was competitive because only 10 students would get to go. I had to do some paperwork to let the assistant principal at my middle school know I’d be participating in competing with other kids at school to go to Washington D.C. I wrote an essay explaining who I was, how would this trip benefit my future, and why did I want to go to Washington D.C. I’d also be in charge of raising $500 on my own and also in the essay I had to explain how would I raise $500 on my own. I was settle to be
Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.
I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America.
I remember my first time at an aAirport, in about 2005. There was a very long wait to get through security, and I was impatient, as all other 6 year olds were. I remember asking my mom what was taking so long, and why there were so many people waiting to get on planes. She told me that everyone had to be checked by security in order to get on the plans. I didn’t understand that they had to check and make sure no one brought anything dangerous onto the plane. My mother told me that youwe didn’t always have to wait, and that you used to be able to go to the airport 30 minutes before the flight, and walk on without having to go through security. I thought that was a dream, and that she was crazy, but before the 9/11 attacks, the Transportation Security Administration did not exist, and you could walk onto a plane with whatever you wanted. The TSA was created because of the events of 9/11, and the incredibly through security screening that we have to go through now is one of the effects of the destruction on 9/11. The TSA has forced many technological advances that now keep our skies
As I boarded the plane to move to the United States, the beginning of September 2005, I couldn’t help but think about all that I left behind; My family, my friends, my school, my clothes, and all of the awesome cultural food. Then again, I looked forward to this new life, a new beginning. I imagined it being like life in the movies, where everything seemed easy and life was just beautiful. After all, I was going to the States; the place where most people only dreamt of. I felt very blessed to have this opportunity because I knew that it wasn’t given to everyone. Coming to America marked my coming of age because I left behind my old life, I started life afresh, and I became a much grateful person.
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
It was time for us to leave and board the plane to America. I was very excited to get to America, I was also anxious to see my Dad who I haven’t seen in months. The flight was long, I can remember in the air was my first time feeling turbulence, whoa let me tell you it was a scary one it felt like the plane was about to crash. I was anxious for the plane to land. When we arrived we exited out the plane and head out to the train inside the airport in order to go to U.S. customs and border protection, to get our documents sorted out, so that we could enter the country.
Well, after many, many grueling hours, we finally arrive home! The trip is over and it was amazing. I cant’ believe how fun it was. I unpack my stuff from the inner surface of the van. I walk up my stone sidewalk and to my wooden front door. I wait for my parents to open it, and then I walk home and smell the familiar sent of my house. I get settled in. I get out of my clothes into new ones. I settle down, and I shortly go to sleep. The trip is over, and it was great.
I was waiting to board the plane; the flight was at six in the morning. While on the plane, I could hear the attendant giving us instructions of safety. I wasn’t paying much attention. My mind was not focused on the flight. I just stared out the window.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
I have traveled in the US alone many times it is not that big of a deal anymore. Earlier this year I purchased a plane ticket to go to Dubai. I spent most of my semester break last year hanging out with my friends and family. Then right after Christmas I had an idea to travel to someplace far so I decided to go to Dubai I’ve been there a few times already so I know the area a little bit. I went out the night of December 31 and returned about noon on New Year’s Day and I rushed to get to the airport. I barely missed my flight I was a little bit nervous my family and everybody I knew were there behind the gate at the airport. I then proceeded to my seat and sat down as I was looking at the airport and thinking that I will not see my family for about a month and as the plane took off I thought to myself that I am one lucky person to be flying out of the country. That exact moment it felt so good I will always that moment. I finally arrived in Dubai after about 17 hours of nonstop flying. I was super tired. I spent the first week just sleeping and getting used to the time change. In Dubai its always very sunny and very dusty because if it being in the middle of a desert. The best part about Dubai is that most people have really expensive cars over there. That was one experience that I
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.