My Adventure in America It was 4:00 a.m. in the morning. I was in the bed rolling left to right to get a comfort position. The bed was comfortable but I was not comfortable emotionally. This morning was important to me, because I was scared of seeing my mom for the first time. I was departing to the airport. I have to be there at 6:00 a.m. That day was cold, and It was less than thirty degrees Celsius. January And February are the coldest seasons in Ethiopia. Everybody in my family wore their big jackets to protect themselves from this ruthless chilly weather. I was getting prepared my clothes and shoes together. One of my uncles started to help me to pack up my luggage. At that time, the cab arrived in the front of my house. I could …show more content…
I felt my legs shakes. My heart was beating so fast. Being in the plane for the first time make me happier. I was a little bit concerned of my mom’s reaction. How is she going to act? How is she going feel? I was asking those question over and over but my thought didn’t stopped me coming America to see her. I knew many People asks this question ‘‘why do you come to America?’’ and some says ‘‘I came to America because I want to have a better life’’ but my reason was not the same as the comment they made. I come to America for three reasons. The first reason was that I wanted live with my mother. Secondly, I decided to get a better and different education. Third, I wanted to be fluent in English …show more content…
I was stunned to see a place like that. I remember when I was waiting for my mom for a ride in airport, there was some tasty smell hit my nose. I started to turn around and look back to see the sign of the restaurant. It was Wendy’s. ‘‘American favorite fast food.’’ I would not mind buying of the burger, however I was running out of cash. I waited for my mom one of those chairs outside the airport. A few moments later, I saw my mom driving a car. It was Nissan Maxima. She parked close to me. I could not believe what I saw, I thought to myself ‘‘Is that my mom?’’ after that, I shouted loudly saying ‘’Mom! Mom! I’m here’’ and she got the off the car and ran after me. She hugged me tightly in her both arms. She told me how she missed me so much. It has been nine years since I saw my mom face to face but I’m glad to see her again. She came to America and she left me nine years ago because of a career opportunity. I lived with my grandparents since when I was four years old. Every night before I went to sleep, she always talked on the phone with me to make sure that I was doing well on school. A few years later, she decided to bring me to America. I agreed with her ideas, because her opinion opens a chance to get close with her for the first
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
Unlike other people, I came to the US without any special reasons, except for the
In the beginning of September 2005, disappointment and excitement revealed on my face when I boarded the plane to move to the United States of America. The feeling of leaving my families, friends, school, clothes, and culture in Cameroon presented a hardship for me on this journey. Of course, I anticipated this new life because it indicated a fresh start. I envisioned it resembling life in movies, where everything appeared to be simple and life was simply excellent. All things considered, I was heading off to the United States, known for the American dream. To me it meant that everyone is given equal opportunity to prosper, achieve a family, and attain a successful job as long as they are hardworking and determined. I felt exceptionally honored and blessed to have this open door since I realized that it was not provided to everybody. Coming to America denoted my transitioning on the grounds that I deserted my previous lifestyle in Cameroon, began a new chapter in my life once again, and finally became a much grateful individual.
“You are in America, speak English.” As a young child hearing these words, it did not only confuse me but it also made me question my belonging in a foreign country. As a child I struggled with my self-image; Not being Hispanic enough because of my physical appearance and not being welcomed enough in the community I have tried so hard to integrate myself with. Being an immigrant with immigrant parents forces you to view life differently. It drives you to work harder or to change the status quo for the preconceived notion someone else created on a mass of people. Coming to America filled me with anxiety, excitement, and even an unexpected wave of fear.
Where I am from, coming to America is an unachievable dream for most people; however, that dream became attainable to me one summer. When my father told my family and me that we were moving to America, I was very excited and I thought about a lot of things. I thought about all of the opportunities there were in the U.S. and how rich everyone must be. I also thought that everyone in the U.S. lived in big houses, and every school had a swimming pool. Most of what I conceived about America came from watching television, and a month later I would find out how wrong I was.
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.
Everyone has dream in life. Some people have a dream to visit different places and some people want to become successful in future. Likewise I also had a dream to come USA and to become successful in future. I was 17 when I came here with my parents. I heard a lot from my friends about their first day in USA. They said it was so sad however mine was the best day and the long day in my life which I can’t ever forget. I still remember that day in USA; I was sleeping in the airplane because I was so tired of traveling 18 hours flight. I was in a deep sleep suddenly I heard someone was calling my name because of that I wake up. It was my mom who was calling me. She told me to look outside I rub my eyes and looked outside. I still remember that moment when I first looked California, USA through plane window, those tall building which I saw in movies looks like a plane ground. I was so excited to be here in USA I feel like it is a piece of heaven.
Everything went well, so we boarded the train in order to take us to baggage claim, to get our baggage. So we got our baggage and headed out, to look for my dad in the airport. Who was waiting for us with his friend. So we were walking in the airport looking for my dad and then all the sudden I saw him standing there.
Woodrow Wilson once said, "We came to America, either ourselves or in the persons of our ancestors, to better the ideals of men, to make them see finer things than they had seen before, to get rid of the things that divide and to make sure of the things that unite.". This quote means a lot to me because I along with everyone else need to know where our ancient descendants originated from and how far out it extends. We also need to be informed on the geographical background of it all because this is what collaborates our families.
Moving to a different country at a young age can be a challenge, especially when most of my friends and family are not coming with me. I moved to the United States when I was eight years old. When I landed in Michigan in 2006, everything was new to me, the culture, the language, and the people. Coming to America was cultural shock to my system.
The United States of America, a land of dreams and opportunity, has proved itself to be far from that since my arrival. I, a twelve-year-old boy named Aldo, and my family decided to leave our home of Italy due to religious prosecution, widespread poverty, and political disturbances occurring there. Also, we boarded the steamship to America in hope of starting a new life, one where we succeed in preserving favorable jobs and one where our family could come to grow and prosper. Upon our arrival in America, we came to realize that it was not the land of dreams we believed it to be. Instead, we found many many more struggles and difficulties in this new land.
The reason why we came me and my family was we were looking for safety because in my country there were kidnappings and killings of children he had no safety in my country and was the biggest difference I arriving at the United States of America my bias. I had a different idea of America. Thought Americans interacted the way they appear
Ellen Sirleaf once said, “The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them.” As an immigrant that came to America five years ago, I find great wisdom and possibilities in these words. I was born and raised in Malaysia for the past 14 years, and moved to the Philippines for a year while waiting for my petition visa to America. My dad is a Malaysian-Chinese, while mom is a Filipina. Growing up in Malaysia, I was given the access to education without any barriers. I went to a Chinese elementary school for six years, Malay high school for two years and sat in a year at De La Salle Canlubang in the Philippines to learn the culture of my country.
Title-Journey To America I still can't forget the day when I came to America. It was the pleasant and very cold morning of 15th January 2016. My uncle was ready to pick up me and my family from JFK airport. It was a very exhausting, tiring and long non-stop 20-hour plane journey from India to America but the journey that I am never going to forget in my entire life.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...