Who Made You Feel Nervous When You First Came To America

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

I had never been on an airplane. My stomach felt like I had just eaten rotten fish and I was about to throw up. I was so excited to go, but at the same time I was scared because I had never been on a plane. We waited in the airport for at least an hour. Finally our flight was called, as I walked on the plane my heart was about to jump out of my skin. After the flight attendant had went through all the rules and we put our seat belts on the plane was going to take off. I thought the worst thing about the flight was taking off and landing. I didn?t like taking off and landing because my ears popped. Other than the fact that my ears popped taking off and landing the flight went smooth, we didn?t crash. When the plane landed, I couldn?t wait to stand on solid ground again.

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.

Days later, i made my decision to fly. It was risky for me but I wanted to get there as fast as possible. I was packing my bags day after day, night after night. When everything was done and over with, I got the rest of my things and said goodbye, I’ll

When my mom and I arrived at the airport in Salt Lake City, I had about an hour before my flight. Since I was a minor, the attendant let my mom come with me through security and help me find my gate. Security was such a pain. The line was about a mile long unless you had TSA on your ticket which meant you could blow right through security in no time. I sadly didn't have that on my ticket so we had to wait in the forever long line it seemed like. Once we got through security we decided to get a bite to eat and a few snacks for me on the plane. We grabbed a sandwhich at Subway and

After an hour the plane was getting a little bumpy. I had no idea if that was normal. So I just ignored it. I didn't want my paranoia creeping in on this amazing trip. Only 11 hours till Rome.

My transition to the United States was difficult. America was a strange new place to me, and my father was also a strange new man to me. My father migrated to the United States when I was only 2 years old. He came to the United States with hope to find a better life for himself and for his family. It was very common for fathers to leave their home countries to other countries, like the United Sates to work and make money to support family back home. My father had built a new family in the United States by the time my sister and I came to live with him. I had a new stepbrother and a stepmother. I did not feel comfortable to call my father, “daddy” because I barely knew him. I also don’t call my mother “mom” because I never got the chance to

June of 2005, I came to America. My family and I ended up in Palm Springs, California, broke, without a home, and absolutely clueless on what to expect. Years later my mother would tell stories of my rebellious behavior as I had a tough time fitting in with the rest of the children; I would always lock myself in the car to avoid school and cause massive tantrums in classrooms when my mother wanted to leave me in a room with people whom I could not even communicate with. I am grateful for my parents bringing me here because if they had not, I would not be who I am today: a young adult with a very distinct knowledge of the side of the world that no one tells you about.

Arrived in Salt Lake City, as soon as I walked out the airport gate, a beggar in ragged and dirty clothes with messy, long hair slowly approaching me; I could see the shoes on his feet were fade. I looked at him, he suddenly smiled to me weirdly and even came one step closer. I stood still and thinking what I should do now; people around me were doing their own thing and obviously no one paid attention on me, also there were no money in my pocket that can give to him. Should I just go away? But I found myself could not move just like there was glue stuck my feet on the ground. After the moment for hesitating, I decided to politely give him a smile and walked away

The flight to New York was my first time flying in a plane. I was so scared at first because I have seen how big a plane was before, but I had never been in one before. That was my first time ever being that high off the ground and I had gotten to sit by the window. What made it even scarier, but after a little while I was okay after I got used to it and I was okay. The flight was 14 hours from Miami to New York. I ate pizza and I played

The airport was not very busy, due to the arrival during nighttime. A lot of stress is often involved with going to the airport because it means one must leave their friends and family behind in order to embark on their trip. The airport I departed from was, Charlotte Douglas International Airport. As soon as I arrived, I raced to the terminal, said goodbye to my family and took the flight to Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC. As I boarded the plane, I thought to myself that this was the first time in my life that was flying solo. Although it was kind of an eerie thought, I learned to cope with

Walking out of the airport with my mother, I felt confused and lost. The people looked unfamiliar and they seemed to be talking gibberish. At that moment, I felt alienated and helpless.

Have you ever been looking forward to going on a trip that you had to get on a plane, but at the same time you didn’t want that day to arrive? I know I have, but it was also nerve-racking the first time I went on a trip that required me to get on an airplane. Coming to Miami for me was taking a big step in my life. Knowing that I had to start from scratch in Miami freaked me out. Our trip to Miami wasn’t all easy. Firstly, the trip to the airport was hard on us we had to say our goodbyes to our family members. Also, we arrived to the airport not knowing where we were standing. Finally, we were able to hop on the airplane. The trip that required me to get on an airplane was when I came to Miami from Cuba.

When I walked through the doors of the Atlanta airport, I was more anxious then I was on the car ride there. Everyone in the airport were walking in and out carelessly. I felt out of place because I seemed like the only one to actually think about the many things that could occur at an airport. As I walked I was desperately telling myself everything was okay and I had my sister with me so I was safe. As I passed the security scans I told myself this is it there’s nothing to fear in a few hours I will be on the beach enjoying the sunset. As I heard the ground staff announce that are flight would be boarding I panicked. My refusal of the call was

- This step is the hardest! It will also linger for soooo long!~ (I am three weeks away from stepping on that plane and I still have my doubts) Especially if you have never been outside for so long.... and ALONE! (To top it off, I 've never been on a plane before!) But this is a totally okay feeling because it 's the "unknown"! I guarantee you will be fine! If I am fine you will too! :3