I am a person that is weird and creates her own world I can say so passionate that what makes me unique. I grew up in a country that wasn’t noticed that much and was much going on there but even so I tried my best focusing on my studies that I can be here at the moment getting ready for college . As I grow up, I used to enjoy writing and creating things than doing anything else. Since I was little, I enjoy playing with Legos and collect puzzles and figuring it out, until now, I still collect puzzles and try putting them together. So when the time came by and I had to move here I felt sad I was anxious what I am going to do in a strange country. So when I arrived here I felt excited and anxious I did not know what to do. Compared from where…
We didn’t have much to leave behind; we arrived to the new city to start from zero again. Some good friends of my dad helped us to settle us in a small apartment in the east of Hialeah. We were very pleased to reach Miami; it was for us like coming home, besides the beauty of the city, the sun, the palm trees and the relaxing beach, it had our same customs, our language was spoken. It was actually easy to adapt to our new life. For the first time in a long time we were all very happy. My father was adapted, he found a job in a dental lab, something relate to his profession. I began to work and to study. So the time was passed and we adapt to our new life already in Miami where I lived happily. As it achieves bring my mother and my brother to live with me. And then later I met who is now my husband with we have two beautiful…
It’s been a few years now since I moved to United states of America, and my parents were always telling me that I would somehow have to face new experiences and have difficult moments such as: losing my french, losing my spanish and to fit into a new culture. But, living in the USA helped me not only to understand, but also have a different perspective on the American Culture and a different perspective on the world. And after listening, talking and even discussing with my parents, I was not able to not only find out why, but also how to fit in a new environment.…
When I was 5 I moved to a beautiful country named The United States of America. The effects of me and my family moving to America is, My eyes would get red constantly because of pollution. Whenever I went to the doctor's they told me I would be blind if I stayed here any longer. So the doctors told my parents to take me to America. Another reason why I moved to America was because it was not safe to live there. Every night there used to be robbers outside my neighborhood or any other neighborhood and sometimes they used to kidnap children. My parents thought that it would not be safe to live in Nepal anymore. The last final decision that made us move to America was my dad won the DV lottery. He had been filling the lottery ever since 1998…
Originally, my family and I are from the Philippines. Moving to the United States was quite tough on us all for several reasons. The main reason is that my family is poor. My parents, who have to support my six siblings and me, have a much more difficult and even gruesome time, but still, they manage to ensure that our family is able to survive and that we are receiving our proper education. My parents, wanting all of us to have a secured future, agreed that staying in the Philippines would get us nowhere. So, they decided that our family would migrate to the United States.…
When I first came to the United States my whole life changed completely. I came from a very poor town where basic needs are privileges and even though I didn’t know the language, the culture, and the people. I was not scared about my new life, my new beginning. When my mom and I got here my dad rented a house which was in very bad conditions. At that time we didn’t have anything, we slept on the floor for almost a month, we didn’t have any furniture and not even a car to go buy groceries. My mom was very disappointed because my dad has been living here for almost 10 years and he didn’t have anything yet. Besides all the bad situations, I was very excited because I was here in this powerful country where opportunities everywhere. After couple weeks I asked my dad to do me a big favor which was start the paperwork so I can get into middle school. At first he was mad because he told me that I didn’t need that, I was devastated about his reaction because I really wanted to go, but he refused to take me. Sometime after what happened my mom decided to take me to the school and start my education. I still remember all the…
My journey from Pakistan to America, basically describes my life as an Asian girl. I came to America, when I was 14 years old child. My family moved to America from Pakistan because of my good education. My family have so many expectations from me, because I am the oldest one in my family. I have 2 sisters and one brother after my oldest sister got married.…
I was raised in a rural location of Cuba that provided me a place to live free of conflict and it was full of peace and harmony. My biggest obligation was homework, a life without stress. While attending to Elementary School I moved to USA and my life changed completely but in a good way. I had to learn a new language and adapt to a different culture. It took me some time to…
I was four years old when my family immigrated to the United States from Ukraine. It was a crazy experience and a big life change for all of us. There were many obstacles to be faced living a life completely far away from what we used to call home. It was very difficult to leave my grandparents back in Ukraine. They were a significant source of encouragement for me especially my grandfather. He was my hero. He was the main nurturer who provided a lot of encouragement and support for me in the very hard times of my life. In times of crisis when life felt like a crashing wave, he was the one I always ran to for guidance. Like most immigrants, we didn’t know any English, therefore it was extremely hard to communicate with anyone.…
My story beings like any other, at the moment I took my first breath on July 30th 1998 in Bilisht, Albania. I was born in a small town in the lower region of Albania where my entire family lived with my grandparents under one household. My parents soon came to the realization that the current living situation was incongruous for a new family, such as ours, to thrive. As the result, my parents chose to apply for the government program granting our family access to move into a completely new society with new laws, regulations, political aspects and that was tens of thousands of miles away. Our family, at that instant, had a struck of luck as my mother’s name was drawn for us to move to the greatest country the United States of America.…
I was born in Scotland, Glasgow. I'm currently 25 years old. At the age of 16 I was forced to move to America because of my family job choise, my mum and dad worked in a same company, and they got business oppertunity that they had to move to America for it, New York city to be extact.…
My family comes from a poor rural farming community in the middle of Mexico. My mother has a fifth grade education and my father a sixth grade education. In 2001 a few weeks before my forth birthday my family moved from Mexico to the United States. All of my memories are here in the United States and…
Intro: Moving to the United States about four years ago from the Iran wasn’t easy; I had in front of me, I had to leave all my friends, family and especially my mother, a new language, a new culture, and a new beginning. For the greater part of my life, it has always been my father and myself. My mother died in the summer of my freshman year and my sister moved back to Iran, due to lack of interest in here.…
Furthermore, after hearing that I would get to live with my parents in America, I could not imagine how happy I felt that day. In all that came a dilemma, since an under age child can not travel by himself I needed a guardian to go with me. My aunt solved the problem when she called my grandparents and told them that she would take me with her to the US. Since I did not know my aunt and had never met her before it made an awkward situation for me to go with her, but my grandparents explained, “That she does not live in India, she came from the USA to visit her family in India and now she is heading back, so she is offered to take you with her.” The following week we departed for America. At first it felt kind of hard for me to abandon the place where my life began, but i for my own welfare I got to go to America for a better lifestyle.…
Eventually the day came, I was getting ready to come to the U.S.A but I didn't wanted to leave. My plane ticket and all the other things were already paid for so there was no going back. It was so hard saying goodbye to my family as well to my country, but even if I cried, I couldn't do anything about it. Ones I was in the sky looking down to my country, crying like a little baby, I fall more in love with it, because from up top I could see my whole country. When I was…