I picture myself living a life in which I have no worries or financial concerns; a life where I can travel all around the world and meet new people each and every day of the week. A life such as this is one that I have dreamed for since the days of my childhood, this new life will provide me with financial stability, new opportunities, and the chance to explore the world around me. It is on this very day that I hope to accomplish this dream, I can only hope and pray that this one chance I am given will give me redemption and allow me to make peace with myself. My journey takes me back to my childhood days in Mexico, I had very little in life due to my family’s financial troubles, and the vast majority of my childhood was consequently ruined. Numerous times I would think to myself that I would never be able to accomplish any of my dreams or even make a life for myself. It isn’t until the end of my High school education that I had made the decision to move in with my Sister to the …show more content…
The pay was great, the traveling seemed adventurous, and the thought that I would be able to meet new people from all around the world was very intriguing. However, finding the time to apply for this job or to even meet the criteria required seemed very daunting to me. So I continued on with my hotel work, after all my manager says that my work efforts have surpassed even the best of my colleagues and he mentioned a promotion awaiting me just around the corner. The thought of becoming an airlines stewardess has been one that I have had for a very long time; this dream was inspired from various magazines and even soap operas that I had watched on the television set. The job was painted perfectly, every actor I saw portray the job made me more and more interested. For me this dream was an opportunity to live the life that I had always envisioned
“Times of transition are strenuous, but I love them. They are an opportunity to purge, rethink priorities, and be intentional about new habits. We can make our new normal any way we want”. -Kristin Armstrong. When I heard this quote it reminds me of a specific time in my life when I moved to another country. There are a couple of events that helped me become who I am now.
I looked at myself at the mirror, drops of water coming out of my eyes like as if it was a rainy day in May. Hearing the news got me so upset and depressed. I sat outside and looked around the place that I have grown up and that meant a lot to me. When I heard that our family was moving to America I was not happy about that.I was angry with my family because I did not want to leave Ethiopia. I did not want to leave my friends and family in Ethiopia. It scared me that I had to leave my old life and start a new one. A month later, it was time to go the airport and get ready to go to the new country. I was nervous; my heartbeat got louder and louder as walked closer to the airport. As I bit my lip, my eyes were dancing to every corner, my legs were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I was sad that I was leaving the place that I called home and that I had to leave all my childhood memories. At the same time, I was excited because I always wondered what it felt like to move to a different country and adapt to a new world, culture, and language. At the airport, I was happy finally come face to face with the big white things that use to fly over my house. I was stunned to see how big they really were. All of the sudden my sadness turned into excitement and I could not wait to start a
On July 11th, 20011, my life was forever changed. In that day, I moved from Congo to the United Sates. It was excitement and fear at the same time, because my life was no longer the same. When I arrived in Atlanta, I realized how much efforts and sacrifices I had to make to adapt the American culture.
Coming to AmericaThe year was 1948, and my grandmothers aunt and uncle came for a visit from Chicago to Germany to see their family. They had no children and had come to ask my grandmother if she would be interested in coming to Chicago to possibly live there w ith them. The idea of going appealed to her very much since her home city, Saarbrcken, was still partially destroyed from the WWII bombings. She always had the wanderlust in her blood coming from both sides of her family, so thinking about the towering skyscrapers, the bustling city streets, and the glamorous movies from America was quite enticing to my grandmother. With all off these wondrous thoughts swimming through her head, she enthusiastically agreed to go.Now, it was time to prepare
I never had a favorite childhood memory,I never had a very imaginative mindset, all I remember is all the terrible things that has ever happened, may I ask this of you reader have you ever felt alone in a world that simply doesn't understand or why look or do things a certain way? I know I have, we live in a judgmental world we all judge people on how they look and act. Let me ask another question have you ever been put up on a pedestal and when you make mistakes people starts questioning why you didn't succeed or if you did why didn't you do things a certain way? Well enough of the questions, My family has always been the ostentatious gregarious type, they are like a diamond in a coal mine. My story begins around 2007 the year I came to America.
When I came to America for the first time, I was very rebellious, and I did not uphold the wisdom of making myself a better person. There I was, looking into the world having no idea what would be in store for me. But I always had a spirit for knowledge and curiosity.
I stepped out of the dark secluded room and into the bright sunlight. My eyes stung from the burning sunlight. I hadn’t seen the sunlight in ages. I had to go into hiding for months. The Nazi’s were searching everywhere for us. I wouldn’t let myself be captured. I had to trek on and flee from Germany. My family had made it to America and I owed it to them to make it there too.
I never understood how I got to the United States. I decided to uncover my past and ask my parents,my father; Jae Cho at the age of 60, and my mother; Eunwoo Cho at 53. My parents met at a bar in Seoul during high school. From there they knew they had a special connection. After a year, my .father moved to tennessee because all of his friends were there. His days consisted of struggling in high school trying to learn english, and skating every other second he had. After years of agonizing training, he qualified for the 1984 winter olympics. After his skating career, he went to the University of Wisconsin. My mom was still in korea at the time, starting her acting career. She acted in indie films but eventually got recognition and was chosen
I recall the day I first came to United States of America. I was in New York airport, looking everywhere and felt like I was in a totally strange place, which was complete with strangers. All I could understand was people’s ' buzzing. At that time, I digested that I was finally in America, then my heart started to beat fast. Until December the 9th, 2015 I had never been that far away from my country, Rwanda. For ages, I grew up up being surrounded by people who used the same dialect or language as me. Overhead all, language barrier was the major concern. First a few days, I was like a breathing sculpture who could not hold a conversation for 1 min in English. It wasn’t just for my poor English but also because I didn’t have the confidence I
It was a gleaming Monday morning and I was cheerfully walking to the lunch tables where my friends were, until I was suddenly halted by a somewhat familiar person.
When I first came to Boulder, I lived in the dorm of our university, and I have this roommate who comes from Britain. She was really mean to me all the time and didn’t respect me at all, while I’ve tried my best to be as nice as I could. Since we shared one bedroom and of course the bathroom, she always went home really late in midnight and sometimes even brought her friends directly into the bedroom and woke me up from sleeping.
I was born in America, however, my parents sent me back to China when I was 6 months old because of their living conditions. When my parents first came to America, their living conditions were so awful and they both had to work. Therefore, it was difficult for them to work and take care of me at the same time. My journey back to China was filled with wonderful memories. Throughout my journey, my Grandfather had always been my biggest supporter and his death left an impact on me that will last a lifetime.
“Take this, and start learning english” is what my sister whilst giving me a book with pictures and english words. My family had recently decided to bring me to Florida. They thought it would be better to go to America knowing some english, rather than none. I never did study the book; learning english as a foreigner without any previous knowledge was a little difficult, for an seven year old.
My parents came from nothing, they had nothing, but they had hope. Coming from Vietnam's detrimental state, they were given the opportunity to come to America to provide a better future for myself and my brothers. A significant experience that forever changed the way I value life was the journey back to my parent's homeland. Throughout this trip, I was able to witness the arduous conditions of Vietnam's medical facilities that struck many individuals with diseases. As I visited many relatives, I recognized their ongoing struggles against illnesses that threatened their everyday lives. It was evident that health care in countries like Vietnam were less developed as opposed to the United States. This experience broadened my view on how crucial health care is for human beings worldwide.
up the phone and rang my Tom’s father to thank him, and for me and Tom