The Most Important Day Of My Personal Experience : Moving To Canada

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

After all of that we we’re getting on the plane. We found our sets and sat in them and buckled up we were ready for our flight. Were on a plane I was really excited about the trip, when we took off it was going down the runway faster and faster then all of a the sudden the plane was going up off the ground then we were in the sky floating forward. Then the plane was going fast whenever I looked out the window everything on land and not in the air looked tiny it was an amazing site from up above. It felt like we were flying with the birds.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

The first snowfall of the year had finally arrived one late November night, blanketing the small cabin and surrounding forest with fresh, powdery snow. The wind howled through the leafless trees, often relieving the weighed down branches of their snowy burden. The smooth and unblemished snow coated everything, leaving the road to the cabin indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain.

All over the world millions of people have the privilege of being able to travel to other parts of the world to vacation and to see fascinating sights that they have never seen before. Many people have the opportunity to immigrate to other countries and permanently experience life in a new culture. My family and I did this by moving from England to Canada in this hopes of a better life. By making this life changing move, my world outlook, experiences, and how I perceive daily life have changed immensely. A few reasons as to why it has changed so much includes adjusting to a different society and new norms, going through the tough immigration process, being away from family and childhood friends, settling in another country and having to completely set up our life again, and living with parents that struggled to find employment.

Growing up in a little city in the southern part of Nigeria filled with mosquitoes and irregular supply of electricity is an experience that has deeply shaped me. I was the last child from a family of eight, more like ten because of my two older cousins that lived with us for many years. In Nigeria, it is not uncommon to care for relatives even with a low income. My parents, Helen and Matthew, were hardworking and determined people. My dad ran a small sawmill business and my mom hawked produce to put food on our table. Unlike Canada, there is no welfare system put in place to help poor families. This lack of aid means that people like my parents were not well supported by the government, but by each other. One of the most beautiful things in

2007: This was the year in which I had gone to India for my second time, and this was more remembered because it was more recent, and I was 3 when I had first gone to India.This trip was great because I got to live in the house my dad lived in for his whole life which was cool, visiting places and exploring was also fun. But the main reason I had gone to India was to go to my uncle’s wedding, which was really important to me, because I am close with him, and he had lived with my family for over a decade, before moving out 2-3 years after getting married.

As I walked to the parking lot where my mom had arrived to pick me up from school, my sister ran out of the car, ran towards me and yelled excitedly, “We’re going to Canada!” Having grown up in Kuwait for my whole life of 15 years, I could hardly believe my sister’s words. Going to Canada! I had only been out of the country twice, each time just to vacation and visit family in the Philippines where both my parents are from. I had always imagined what life would be like outside of Kuwait, and now it was finally going to be real. My 15-year old self was devastated - We were leaving the only home I had known for 15 years. It did not take long for my sisters’ excitement to die when we realized that we would be leaving our friends and everything we’ve ever known and not returning for a long time. Life in Kuwait for 15 years was comfortable and we were more than financially stable. Moving to Canada without a job offer in place meant that we would have to start from the beginning all over again. Goodbyes were hard but my parents encouraged us to see the joys of moving to a place where we could start over and become accepted citizens of a country. Arriving in Canada, I experienced the biggest culture shock of my life. Vancouver, BC was cold, wet, and loud. I had thought adjusting would be relatively easy; I spoke English with a slight accent but I was very shy that it confused some of the other kids to think I couldn’t speak English. I did not understand the culture, which took a

I am forced out of bed before the sun gets the chance by the high-pitched screaming of my alarm. Working against the clock, my brain fights the last-minute task of arranging all my clothes into a suitcase. The taxi ride to the airport is all but a tired blur. With a long hug and a bittersweet speech from my parents, I am off on my own to break new boundaries. The airport and I are no strangers.

Sitting on the plane alone, I wondered what the next three weeks would bring. The light hum of the plane’s engines seemed to go on forever and the dry stale air began to scratch the inside of my throat. My destination was The Netherlands, where the entirety of my family lives. Throughout my youth seeing my family was a rare occasion, once a year if we were lucky, but after my parents divorced, we stopped going altogether. It had been over eight years since I had last visited them and because of the many years of separation, I felt uneasy about it all. Throughout the flight I couldn’t help but to think to myself several questions like: What I might be able to learn and experience from these next three weeks? How I would feel when I would first arrive? And how different everything would be. Having been there only a

Last year was a significant and important year for me. I flew from Guangzhou to Edmonton by Air Canada, and started to study in Canada. Through two months studying and experiencing, I almost integrated into the Canadian culture and environment. One day, my parents told me that my grandfather is dead in the morning. When I heard the news of my grandfather’s death, I was in Canada and unable to leave.

Nothing brings me more joy in my life when I look out the airplane window as the plane flies over the Yukon Mountain ranges. At this part knowing that I am getting closer by the second. When I finally look out the window, and see Anchorage, Alaska as we descend I see the surroundings of all the mountains and all the greenery and I start to feel alive again. I feel myself shedding all my issues of my life like a snake shedding its skin and leaving it all behind. I get off the airplane and sense of relaxation and comfort comes over me, a feeling of home. I have a seven-minute walk to the stairs to get to the baggage claim and then finally see my best friend that I have not seen in 115 days. As I am walking it feels like a dream; it does not feel like I am in Alaska and I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I am awake. I arrive at the stairs and start the walk down the granite looking stairs and head to the baggage claim. I look for my best friend Steve we finally find each other and reunite. Another wave of comfort and happiness

It was a Wednesday in the month of December. Our whole family boarded the planed headed to the state of Texas, USA. Overall, that Wednesday was a particularly emotional day from the countless goodbyes, hugs and going-away gifts. Friends and family all gathered in the airport to wave their last goodbyes. I was a confused ten year old, not really able to comprehend the entirety of the situation although I knew everything was going to be different from this point forward. Throughout the flight, my parents and sisters alike were tearing up, whether from joy or sadness or maybe a combination of both. I thought to myself, “Why go through with such a decision that will

The most important day of my life that I remember of is when my parents told me that we are moving to somewhere magical. They told me that this is a way where my family can start something new and from this point on we will succeed in life. This magical place that my parents mentioned had a marvellous education system, a caring population and everything the place provided was accessible. I dreamt of this new place for many nights as a 8 year old, I was awakened of the idea of “ new start”. On the 24th of August, 2008, my family packed the bags and moved to Mississauga, Ontario.