New Adventure And Excitement Of A City Girl

Currently, it was summer and our family was very busy getting ready for a vacation to India. I was excited too since I was going after many years and vaguely remembered my previous

We got on the plane knowing we would be there for a while. My sister and I were looking out the window in amazement. The sky was so blue it felt like i was looking at a painting. It was so beautiful we had never seen something like this. We stopped at many places. Italy was the highlight for us. Our first view of america was washington DC. I saw my mom's family for the first time in a long time. After a few hours We got back on the

In 1997 my parents moved us to Florida where I got a job working at a place called Ruskin Tomato Growers. After working there for about two weeks I met and fell in love with the man that I would soon marry. Within a week Charles asked me if I would move to his home state of Alabama and become his wife. I agreed and on the eleventh day of knowing him were married in a small ceremony at the court house. When we arrived in Alabama it was winter time. There was a little bit of snow on the ground but not much. You could see smoke coming out of all the chimney’s and smell the wood that was used to warm the homes. It felt very inviting and I was happy I made

When it was midnight, we loaded the car and drove through Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama. We stopped at a few places to grab food or gas. It was a long time, but it was worth it when we finally reached our condo. It was beautiful! We went to the balcony to see the ocean and it was crystal clear. The beach wasn’t crowded either. We hurried to put on bathing suits and sunscreen. Then we walked downstairs to the beach. The sand was warm and felt great. My sister’s and I ran to the water and

I couldn’t believe the day had come, I was moving to America! For me, this was going to be a whole new experience and a life-changing event. Truth be told, I did not know what to expect, and on what is going to happen next.

I have never been away from home for no more than a couple of weeks at most. Home, the light ocean breeze, warm sun, and the oh so ever green mountains always waited for my return. Up until a couple of years ago, I never imagined leaving my home in Hawaii.

That day at the airport, I thought about a lot of things while we wait for the plane to take off. Moving to the United States with my sister was a huge turning point for me on so many levels. It meant that I will need to learn a new language and adapt to a new culture. It meant that I will leave my aunt and uncle who have raised me for the past eleven years. It meant that I will live with my mom and see my dad and stepdad for the very first time. My emotion was mixed with excitement, fear, and hesitation.

When I was four years old my mom told me that we were going to move to America. Since I was still a little I was so very excited. I lived in Ethiopia where we had little compared to America. As a little kid, I was always told stories of America. We though the country was perfect in all ways. Having been living in a place with many homeless, sick, and orphaned people America seemed like paradise to me. It seemed to me that moving will be the best thing for my family to do. When we moved I was not disappointed. Though things were not exactly how I thought.

Leaving my family and friends was the worst part. A couple of buddies threw a big party for me, which mant a lot. The thought of meeting entirely new people was frightening. I wasn’t sure of I was going to fit in or not. The whole trip there, I was overthinking.

To my parents, it was a homecoming. They finally reunited with our entire family, spoke their native language, and returned to all the places they once knew so well and missed so dearly. On the other hand, it was essentially my first time there. I thoroughly enjoyed experiencing Argentina and finally getting to be a part of a place that is so much a part of my parents. Despite this, there were aspects of the trip that reminded me I was an outsider. All of the relatives hugging me were strangers. Our conversations were inconsequential due to the language barrier. I felt disconnected from everyone and the country I was in during these

The time i spent with him was my favorite. I remember every detail of each individual memory, but my favorite memories were the Autumn memories. The pumpkin patch, the fair, haunted houses, etc. I love our fair memory. We had just gotten back from eating at mcdonalds, we stopped at starbucks and picked up a Autumn themed latte. We got back to his house and laid on the cool ground with the multi-colored leaves surrounding us while we looked up at the pale yet mesmerizing sky with moving clouds.

I remember the rain, it was calm as it splashed against my kitchen window, while I waited for dinner to be served. It was a normal evening, my family and I gathered around the table ready to celebrate my grandparent's anniversary. My Dad had made a feast to feed all of Africa, over Labor day weekend to congratulate his parents on fifty years of marriage.

After my trip to the Bahamas I knew that I was lucky to have to opportunity to be able to go on this trip with my family. Even though i had a couple of arguments while I was on this trip I very much enjoyed it. One day I hope to go on another trip like this,maybe even on the same

Traveling has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. Imagine strolling down a sidewalk being surrounded by the twinkling lights of world famous monuments and chapels. Hearing an elegant, but virgin language from inside the cafe serving cultural cuisine. As an American it is natural to feel so out of place, but so comfortable with the surroundings in the stylish environment. Being 5000 miles from home has never felt so native.

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