Personal Narrative Essay On Coming To America

I remember the day I first came to America. I was in the LAX airport, looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was the strangers' buzzing. I was upset about leaving all of people I knew and loved behind me to follow my father, mother and, sister here where we could find better "educational opportunities". I had grown up being around people who used the same language as me and had black hair and brown eyes. I spent my entire childhood in Buwtal Nepal until 2010. On April 27th 2010, I departed from Tribhuvan International Airport with my lovely parents and sister. My uncle was receiving us at the Airport. I still remember landing in New York around 8 o’ clock in the morning and that fresh smell in the air with the start of a whole new life.

The most difficult time of my life was when I had to leave my country after  having spent fourteen years living in India. As a kid growing up in India, the most significant event in my life was my grandparents deciding I would move to America right before I would start high school. Sadness fell on my face when my parents told me, as I never imagined going to America and leaving all of my friends. There are decisions that can unexpectedly change your life. Mine was coming to a new country and adapting to a foreign environment. After learning how to get through the last four years, I already have experienced a major life change, almost how it will be in college, being separated from friends and having to make new ones.

The year of 2014 late summer I came to America with dreams and hopes, expecting the better for me and my family. I have family that had came before me; however they weren't that respectful for someone that had been living in Mexico their whole life. I used to get put down by the way I looked, talked or how I acted. I recall that they would talk in english about me , and make fun of me , so I wouldn’t understand what they were saying. I have cousins that don't even appreciate all the sacrifices that one as a parent has to make , so they are able to give a better life for their kids. On the good side of the story I would always keep in mind how I came here? thanks to who?and why?. So I realize that I fitted in the Hispanic community by attending to Hispanic events, playing soccer, and cooking hispanic food.

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.

Vietnam in There is a small town in the Vietnamese countryside where many people grow rice for a living. Others have small barns to raise pigs, chickens, or ducks to sell it in the market places, so they could earn some money to support their families. In that small town, my family lived for many years. On one day in 2006, my family had “good” news. I wondered what it is. My mom told me, “We will move to America and live there.” From that moment on there were many emotions flowing through me. The new beginning for me was moving from Vietnam to America. The changes that I had to experience when I came to America would mean hard times for me. There were the language barriers that I had to overcome, the foods from home (Vietnam) that I couldn’t live without it, and the relationships with other people that I would miss.

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 was born and raised in Vietnam. At the age of thirteen, my family decided to move to America for living. The story of my life has no different than other immigrant students. The story of how parents decided to give up everything that they had built for years and came to another country for a fresh new start. The story of how people like me, immigrants, got mocked and discriminated for our broken English. The story of how I cried mostly everyday because I did not fit in within the society. And the story of how I struggle to find something that my family originally came to this country for, the American Dream. The story of my life is not original, at least not anymore, since there are a lot of people in this nation have the same story as I

Living in a foreign country is like time travel in which a person travels to the time where everything looks and feels different. For me, it was a whole different period of my life where every day was a different phase. It was both astonishing and stressful. When I emigrated from India to the USA I experienced three phases, honeymoon, distress and adjustment.

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One day, my sister told me that I would have a better future if I come to the U.S.as permanent resident with my mom and stay there all my life. Of course United States offers you many opportunities to work and study. This made me feel grateful, but nevertheless, pained, because my sister gave me another opportunity to improve my skills and obviously, my life. I was going to have another life in another country and this made me stressful I didn’t know what I had to did. I was going to leave my country where I grew up, my father, my family, friends, my study, and other things that I always had and then learn how to grow up and be more independent in the United States.

I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.

When I first came to United State I was afraid to talk, I was scared that people will judge my accent and my word choice.I wasn’t enough to speak until the second year of middle school. After I realized that I needed to step out from my zone, the first step that I chose overcome was to speak with my teachers. I tried to ask questions, told them the story of the book that I read to practice my speaking skill and it helped me a lot. But even though I got comfortable with my speaking, I still could not make friends because I could not understand the conversation that my classmate had, I don’t understand what is popular in this place and what is not. I tried to search it but It didn’t help because It is not appealing to me and have no idea how

When I first came to the U.S. three years ago I decided that I wanted to improve my English, but I wasn’t allowed to study in a college because of my visa status. Then I heard about old American women who had a small office where she teaches English. She only accepts a few students at a time, so I went there to register hoping that I would find a seat. Luckily, there were only three students and they needed one more to start the course.

It was a cold morning in Russia so I got up an got dressed put on warm clothes. An I thought to myself today is day I go to America the last ship was going today at 5:00 it was 3:00 so I had time to say my goodbyes. I told my family what I was doing an they said to be safe. I went home an pack all my stuff an went out the door I called a cab to take me there. An I got there I bought a ticket to board the ship I saw the ship. An turned around an thought to myself America has good jobs an nice people I will be fine.

Another trip that I made this year was in July, with my mum my sister. We went to San Francisco in the United States. The trip started out pretty bad, because we had to travel very far we also had to exchange flight in New York and that was when my sister who is older than me, told us that she had forgot her passport! We looked everywhere and in every bag that we had but we couldn’t find it. Since the security in America is very strict we weren’t sure if we even could get in to the country without the passport. It was a really stressful time and we didn’t know what to do, but luckily there was a support group at the airport who could help us, and one of the men went back to the plane that we had just arrived from to look if the passport was