My Experience Of Moving To USA

Coming to the United States has changed my life. When I was in my country, life wasn't easy for me. My dad used to live in the U.S I was in Dominican Republic. Because my dad was in the U.S it was difficult for me, brother and sister. My mom didn't get pay a lot and food were really expensive. After I came to the U.S I saw a lot change I my life. Many people in my country used to tell me that U.S is one of the best place to live. United States have all the opportunity such as a good education, a lot jobs and easy way to

Those who know me personally, know that I wouldn’t be where I am right now without my parents. In order to give me the best opportunities, both my parents, born and raised in Vietnam, made many sacrifices, one of which included moving to the states. Larissa Martinez, McKinney Boyd High School’s 2016 Valedictorian, words, “while parents metaphorically move mountains for their children, you (her mom) literally moved countries for my sister and me,” have left a mark on me and although my story may not be to her extent, I can certainly say that my parents did the same.

Since the moment my oldest brothers moved to the United States my family knew we could not be apart from each other. Four years past, enough time to finally go start a new life with my brothers in the U.S. In between those four years I was born, my sisters would always talk about my unknown brother to me. Then they told me we were going to move. I was barely two years when we came to the U.S. It was February 25, 2004 when we said goodbye to my grandparents, mom and dads family. It was a long ride from Mexico City to Nogales, when we arrived in Nogales my brothers friend, Alejandro was waiting for us in a minivan. Alejandro told us that the toughest part was coming. He said we had to split up, my sisters and dad was going to walk through the

One thing was certain - I could count on was the advice of my family. Coming from a closely knit community, family support was a surety. They provided the support needed to my many cousins who embarked on this journey before me. No matter what doors being a Hamptonian was about to open, I could never forget them. Their sheer determination to see me succeed at anything I put my mind to provided me with enough motivation for the mission.

My story starts in the year of 2003, when I decided to follow up on my

It can be very challenging to move away from the country you grew up in. Recalling all those moments of laughter, excitement, and adventure can only make one more and more depressed. I was born in Port-Au -Prince, which is the capital of Haiti and raised in Gonaives. I spend most of my early childhood in Haiti. I only knew my native language, food, music, and history. I was only familiar with my native holidays and celebration. Therefore, the day my mother came to me and told me I had been awarded my resident card, and we had to move to America. My life changed forever.

My parents raised me in a small town in the Philippines. We are not wealthy, but my parents provided us more than we need. In my country, if a family can eat three times a day, they are not considered poor. That is why some people there tend to leave the country for them to support their families. Since I was a child, going to America is one of my dreams. I immediately took the chance when my parents allowed me to study here. At first, I am so excited but as time goes by, I felt the sadness of being away from my family and friends. That is not enough reason for me to give up. I will become successful here in America because I am not afraid of failures, I am self-disciplined and lastly, I have set goals in

It was a 26 Nov, 2006 when I got call from my father at my work. Then, he said that our Immigrations visa has been approved. So start your preparation for move. After finishing talking with my father, suddenly different thought started running in my head. I was thinking to myself that I will lose all the good times I used to have with my friends. I will miss my job, coworkers, and parties with my friends. Everyone in our family and friend were very happy, when they came know about our family moving to USA.

Have you ever thought of what it would be like to move to another country? Well, about a month ago I had to do that exact thing and let me tell you it’s pretty difficult to adjust.

Growing up in Puerto Rico, my biological father was in and out of jail for failing to obey the court rules. As a result, my mother became my mom and dad. Although I had to experience that, I was a straight A student all throughout elementary school.

I've been meaning to write, but work has been mighty tiring. Sally and I are in good health thanks be to God. I was also blessed to find both lodging and gainful employment. Our living arrangements are modest. Sally and I share two rooms in an attic for which we pay $4 a month. We live in what is called tenement housing. It is rather dark and it gets hot enough during the summer that we escape to the roof for respite from the heat. There is also the spread of disease to worry about. Sally and I have been lucky enough to avoid getting sick, but with people living so close to together and houses being packed closer together than sardines I fear that our luck will run out soon. We try our best to keep our home tidy, but there is not much we can

Since I was young, I have had the privilege to travel around the world and learn about the world and myself. Who provided and fulfilled my needs are my parents. Because both of them always worked hard and I have been out of home for extended periods, we did not have much time to bond. Moving to the United States of America was a major turning point for my family. Despite of all the hindrances, we eventually had the opportunity to tear down the walls of our own and connect among us.

Sometimes I can still smell the multiplicity of aromas that inhabited the first nine years of my life the erotic spices, the faint smell of motor oil. I can hear the sounds of the crowded streets of Mumbai the sounds of music and horns honking. My family and I are from Mumbai, India where my mother and father owned several small cell phone stores, and repair shops. A few of my earliest memories were going there as a child to help my father with the different task, and cleaning around our shops.

While I was growing up, I lived in many places. I was born in Budapest, Hungary and lived there until my father finished his medical degree when I was two years old. Soon after, for financial reasons, my family and I moved to the United States. First we lived in Missouri for five years, next we moved to North Carolina to be closer to our family. Periodically we returned to Hungary to visit relatives. With each visit, I learned more and more about Hungary, the language, and European culture. Luckily my mother had the wisdom to take my brothers and I back to Hungary to do a year of schooling there. That single year expanded my perspective of the world, it was no longer the United States as a separate entity from the rest of the world, but it

I come from a country, Afghanistan, where 99 percent of the nation is Muslim and the majority of the people are illiterate. I am Muslim and grow up in an Islamic country. When I was in Afghanistan, I had no knowledge about other religions. Since I moved to America, I am thrilled that I started my school and got so much knowledge about others religions and cultures. In addition to that, our country’s government is very weak and people are suffering a lot in terms of all lives aspect. I always wanted to study something so that I can at least bring a positive change into people’s lives. I am very delighted that from such a poor country I came, study in America.