Essay About Moving To America

My parents would tell me that in the near future we will be living in America and that here we’ll find peace and success. All the necessary proceedings to start our lives in America were being done. I was a girl with big dreams, and I knew that America is the land were dreams come true, so I was thrilled to know the decision to move was concrete. When the day to depart started getting closer, I was full of mixed emotions. I was eager to live in the States and accomplish my dreams, but the thought of leaving my friends and part of my family behind was very

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

I dont remember the plane ride at all the first thing i remember was the cold, stinging feeling across my body when I step outside and felt that cold, I never experienced anything like that until I came here, for people who dont know Jamaica does not get cold, I’ve went swimming at the beach on Christmas before, I was not prepared for this cold I hated it every second of it, but I knew we finally made it, it took years for my parents saving, driving hours from one end of Jamaica to the other, lots of late nights filling out papers but we finally did it we finally made

Before I move to the states I had no idea of diversity here. Like many foreigners I knew nothing about north and south as too cultural concepts. The picture of an American in my mind was a white or black person. There were no place for other ethnicities. To be honest the picture of whites was dominant. As all I knew about here was through media and Hollywood movies which normally have white heroes. The only Americans I had meet before were American soldiers in the border of Iran-Iraq when I was traveling Iraq for a visit and the US embassy officers in Turkmenistan who did not waste my time in visa approval process. They all were nice and first realistic picture of an American to me. At the same time they were similar to and different from Americans that I met in the US. For sure 321,000,000 are not the same although that they may have features in common. In fact this is how we

We were at the border between Mexico and America. I had never been here before and I was anxious. There were so many police walking around. We were going to the place where my dad lived when he was younger. This has shaped me into the person I am today because I saw how hard it is to live over there. I met a lot of my relatives. The food over there was so much better.

My family and I came to America in search of a better life. The journey was a long and dangerous, but in the end, it was better for my family and me. I am from the Congo of central Africa and at the time the country had begun to recover from the war, but life was harsh. Living conditions were bad. Food and water were scarce, and soldiers would roam the streets terrorizing innocent villagers. But the worst problems came from home.

Why do a lot of people leave their home country to live in the United States? Perhaps they wanted to get a better job. Or they had a troubled past back there and wanted to leave it behind. Maybe their country is just dull and uninspiring for them. But out of all the countries available for them to move to, why is it that the majority back then would choose to live in America? The answer is simple, they hope to fulfil the American Dream.

It was another scorching day in the Philippines, the month of February was no exception. The rays of sun came down as though they were melting the rubber off my inexpensive flip flops, so flat they were almost as thin and flimsy as paper. This however hindered not myself or my four other cousins whose flip flops looked eerily similar, we continued to play baseball like any other day using silly materials like a stick of bamboo, serving as a bat and a crumpled ball of tinfoil covered by strands of tattered rubber bands. Much of our days were like this, spending every moment seeking different ways to play outside in order to amuse ourselves. A man came that month to talk to my aunt who served as my mother the past 6 years. The man introduced

I had never thought that one day I could leave my native country, Haiti. In August 2000, my father decided to move to USA with me. I really felt happiness and sadness at the same time. I was happy because I will go to a country with a better quality of life but I felt sad for leaving friends and relatives. Before leaving Haiti, three important things came up in my idea. Go to church, organize a party with my friends and family, and get to the airport with my Dad.

My father had to take care of the house while we were gone so he was going to drive us to the airport. As we got to the airport we said our goodbyes, we were a little late so we rushed through TSA security

My experience of moving to the USA included a couple of steps such as preparing, arriving, and adopting. Moving to America was one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences I have ever had in my life. It all started after I graduated from high school. I had always dreamed of going to abroad to study in a better school to be successful in life. My dad was leaving me hints here and there that he was going to send me America for school, but I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen because getting a student visa was tough back then. However, that summer when I saw that letter in my mail from the immigration department of USA for an interview, I was speechless.

The day finally came. It was time for the dreaded goodbyes. My entire face was soaked against my grandfather’s wrinkled hazel shirt. I couldn’t see a thing from the tears that flooded my eyes. I had to say goodbye to my grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends. It was a bittersweet feeling leaving behind my family in Jamaica but the thought of finally going to America overwhelmed me with joy. After saying goodbye to my family, I walked on the plane eager to see what was in store for me. I stayed awake the entire plane ride, taking everything in. Once we finally landed I grew fidgety. My patience grew smaller as I waited to exit the plane. After what felt like hours, I was finally off. I got nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. I

When we were driving, my heart about to burst with excitement, I didn't know how long I could wait because this was the first time in my life that I was going to see all the old presidents in person. When my dad, and his wife, and I made it to South Dakota we stopped and seen my Grandma Dora for a little bit and had lunch, took some pictures and said

The next morning I woke up like about 10:00am because I was sooooooo exhausted the night before. Ran out of bed knowing that I was going to see all my cousins and all my family. First we went to my great grandma’s house and I saw most of my cousins over there and we

The day has come, finally my very first vacation. I got up with excitement and I remember looking out my window and seeing how the sunrise was spreading across the sky. I remember my mom calling my siblings