My Experience Of Moving To America
In early February of 2007 my mom, my twin sisters, and I got our visas. Five months after my dad, who lived in Anaheim, California, United States, decided that we should move with him to Anaheim, California. My mom and I did not want to leave Mexico, but my eight year old sisters did not mind moving to America. I did not want to move because I was afraid of losing my childhood friends and my old lovely grandparents. My mom and I decided not to leave that year; however, my sisters wanted to move with my dad to America. They wanted to move with my dad because they had only seen my dad twice in their eight years of life, which were during their third and fifth birthday parties. Few months after my sisters moved with my dad to the United States
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I felt lonely as I was the only child in the house. None of my uncles and aunts who were living in Mexico with me at the time had children. Being the only child at my house caused my mom and my grandparents to be over protective of me. My mom always dropped me off and picked me up from school while most of my friends walked back to their homes. Also I did not have a lot of time to play with my friends because my mom would always make me study for hundreds of hours and read big fat book before I could go outside with my friends.
In the hot sunny summer of 2009, two years after my family and I got our visas, my mom and I finally decided it was time to reunite my dad and twin sisters. I still remember the day my mom told me we should move with my dad to America like it was yesterday. In the afternoon of Thursday June 4, 2007, just after I graduated from elementary school, my mom nervously said to me in a voice full of sadness and excitement “Do you thing we should move with dad?” The exciting news made me bubble with excitement. The news of finally seeing my dad and sisters after two excruciating years filled me with happiness. However, part of me was sad due to the fact that I was leaving my friends and beloved grandparents behind. My mother was feeling sad herself because she did not want to leave her family behind, but enthusiasm in my voice I told her it was an excellent idea since our family would be together again. We got the flight tickets for June 20, 2009, two weeks after my mom gave me the exciting news of moving to the United States.
Those two weeks were the longest weeks of my life. On June 19, 2009, the day before the flight, my mom and I started packing up the things we believed we would need to take with us. While I was putting the luggage in the golden 2002 Chevy Silverado, my friends came to say their final goodbyes, I felt the warm tears run down my cheeks and onto my shirt. In the day of the flight I had a weird feeling in my tummy because it was my first time being on a plane. Later I learned that the feeling was due to all the emotions running wildly inside of me.
As my uncle drove us down to the airport my imagination drifted into the clouds thinking how the United States would be and how my new life would be away from my friends.
The two hour drive seemed like five like five minutes because I was reliving all the excitingly amazing and wonderful adventures that I had with my friends. When my uncle announced that we had arrived I looked out the window and saw a plane taking off, it seemed to be like a thousand feet long. As we arrived to the airport I thought of going back to my safe house. However, once I stepped inside the airport the thought of going back changed. Although, I was excited about going to a new country and making new friends, part of me did not want to leave my childhood memories behind. As I entered the airplane I began to wonder if I would be able to make new friends in what would be like a new world for …show more content…
me.
When I was seated in a, very comfortable and big, chair I began to feel funky again. Looking out the window again, my mind went back to all the memories I created in my home and with my friends. Starring out the window I was able to see how the luggage was loaded onto the plane, and as a long white luggage cart full of luggage passed by I spotted my medium sized black suitcase. The take-off was taking too long and I began to ask my mom questions that annoyed her. Becoming annoyed and sick of waiting my mind went into panic thinking that there was a problem and we would not be able to see my dad and sisters. Planning to ask my mom if everything would be okay, the captain announced that it was time to take-off, I then felt relieved.
Once the airplane is in the air all I could heir is the loud noise of the air conditioner and of the wings, as we are sitting behind the wings. Looking down the window I see the huge dark blue Pacific Ocean taking over the brownish dry sandy land. Suddenly, as I am looking at the wonderful ocean, the beautiful view of the dark blue ocean gets cover with a thick white fog. The fog is the result of the airplane flying through a thick white cloud. I keep looking out the window wondering at what time the airplane will past the huge white cloud, so the beautiful view of the ocean can be visible again. Finally after a few minutes that seen like hours to me the wonderful view of the bright blue sky and the dark blue ocean is visible again. After thirty minutes of staring at nothing but the two blue giants my eyes start to feel heavy as a rock. After a long battle with my eyes, my eyes finally win the battle and I fall to in to a long sleep.
As the airplane is getting ready to land my mom starts shaking me and whispering my name trying to wake me up from my deep sleep.
I wake up from my sleep as the airplane is starting to descend. Once again I look down the window and see things that look like ants on their way to their home. Once the airplane descends more the ants looking things start taking the shape of cars and trucks driving down the freeway. Finally after just about five minutes the wheels of the airplane hit the ground and the captain of the flight gives the news that we have landed safe and on time. While we are waiting for the captain to tell us we could get off I start thinking of the things that might happen in my new
home.
Once we get off the airplane I feel like I am in an alien planet as I cannot understand what most of the people are saying. My mom and I did not know where our luggage was going to be, so we decided to follow the people that where in the plane with us. Following those people felt like walking in an endless maze. Finally after taking a few turns in the endless maze of the airport we got to the room where our luggage was going to be. Entering the room the band that takes the luggage out start to move. After about five minutes of staring at the colorful luggage we spotted our black and dark red luggage. After getting our luggage we started our journey to the part of the airport when the rest of our family will be waiting for us. As we arrived at exit there is only one thing block our way. The thing is a pair of automatic tinted doors that block the view of the outside. As we get closer to the door they slowly start opening. As the door opens my eyes get attractive to a bold chunky guy and two little girls which are my dad and sisters. After having our special family moment we start walking to the parking lots trying to find my dad’s gray Honda Civic, and one we found did in the second floor we started our adventure to our new home.
Once again, as we drove slowly on the freeway because of the heavy traffic, I started feeling sleeping once more. My eyes finally shut down as my dad was changing lanes to enter the 91 freeway. As my dad did a quick turn that wake me up I saw lots of light brown condominiums. While waiting for the shiny black gate to open I stared at three kids running across the brownish parking lots of the condominiums. When the gate finally open we drove in to the new neighborhood that was like a new world to me. After pasting about fifty parking space we finally react the parking space number fifty-seven which was surrounded by two Nissan Altima, one white one and the other one was dark grey. As my dad parked between two Nissan Altima’s I saw the kids again, but this time they were staring at our car wait for us to get out. As we got out of the car and toke the luggage out of the truck those kids were still looking at us like if we were some kind of aliens. As we were walking down the cold parking lots I try hiding next to my dad so the kids did not looked at me. When we finally got to our apartment I ran inside it like if I was getting attack by something scary. After my sisters show me the whole apartment I when to my new room. The room had a bright white light bolt cover with a blueish glass that made the paint in the room look blue. I sat down on the cold bed thinking about those kids that I saw. In the cold night I started thinking about what kind of new friends was I going to make or if I was going to be able to make new friends.
Those kids that I was when I first moved to America are some of my best friends now, the three of them are the same age as me. After when we got to know each other better I told them what I thought of them the first time I saw them. They told me that they were looking at me because they want to know me. They are very nice and friendly, they were always try to teach me English. I always compare them to my old friends in Mexico. Sometimes I still miss my old friends at Mexico. I am thankful that I have excellent friends in both places here in the United States and Mexico.
I felt lonely as I was the only child in the house. None of my uncles and aunts who were living in Mexico with me at the time had children. Being the only child at my house caused my mom and my grandparents to be over protective of me. My mom always dropped me off and picked me up from school while most of my friends walked back to their homes. Also I did not have a lot of time to play with my friends because my mom would always make me study for hundreds of hours and read big fat book before I could go outside with my friends.
In the hot sunny summer of 2009, two years after my family and I got our visas, my mom and I finally decided it was time to reunite my dad and twin sisters. I still remember the day my mom told me we should move with my dad to America like it was yesterday. In the afternoon of Thursday June 4, 2007, just after I graduated from elementary school, my mom nervously said to me in a voice full of sadness and excitement “Do you thing we should move with dad?” The exciting news made me bubble with excitement. The news of finally seeing my dad and sisters after two excruciating years filled me with happiness. However, part of me was sad due to the fact that I was leaving my friends and beloved grandparents behind. My mother was feeling sad herself because she did not want to leave her family behind, but enthusiasm in my voice I told her it was an excellent idea since our family would be together again. We got the flight tickets for June 20, 2009, two weeks after my mom gave me the exciting news of moving to the United States.
Those two weeks were the longest weeks of my life. On June 19, 2009, the day before the flight, my mom and I started packing up the things we believed we would need to take with us. While I was putting the luggage in the golden 2002 Chevy Silverado, my friends came to say their final goodbyes, I felt the warm tears run down my cheeks and onto my shirt. In the day of the flight I had a weird feeling in my tummy because it was my first time being on a plane. Later I learned that the feeling was due to all the emotions running wildly inside of me.
As my uncle drove us down to the airport my imagination drifted into the clouds thinking how the United States would be and how my new life would be away from my friends.
The two hour drive seemed like five like five minutes because I was reliving all the excitingly amazing and wonderful adventures that I had with my friends. When my uncle announced that we had arrived I looked out the window and saw a plane taking off, it seemed to be like a thousand feet long. As we arrived to the airport I thought of going back to my safe house. However, once I stepped inside the airport the thought of going back changed. Although, I was excited about going to a new country and making new friends, part of me did not want to leave my childhood memories behind. As I entered the airplane I began to wonder if I would be able to make new friends in what would be like a new world for …show more content…
me.
When I was seated in a, very comfortable and big, chair I began to feel funky again. Looking out the window again, my mind went back to all the memories I created in my home and with my friends. Starring out the window I was able to see how the luggage was loaded onto the plane, and as a long white luggage cart full of luggage passed by I spotted my medium sized black suitcase. The take-off was taking too long and I began to ask my mom questions that annoyed her. Becoming annoyed and sick of waiting my mind went into panic thinking that there was a problem and we would not be able to see my dad and sisters. Planning to ask my mom if everything would be okay, the captain announced that it was time to take-off, I then felt relieved.
Once the airplane is in the air all I could heir is the loud noise of the air conditioner and of the wings, as we are sitting behind the wings. Looking down the window I see the huge dark blue Pacific Ocean taking over the brownish dry sandy land. Suddenly, as I am looking at the wonderful ocean, the beautiful view of the dark blue ocean gets cover with a thick white fog. The fog is the result of the airplane flying through a thick white cloud. I keep looking out the window wondering at what time the airplane will past the huge white cloud, so the beautiful view of the ocean can be visible again. Finally after a few minutes that seen like hours to me the wonderful view of the bright blue sky and the dark blue ocean is visible again. After thirty minutes of staring at nothing but the two blue giants my eyes start to feel heavy as a rock. After a long battle with my eyes, my eyes finally win the battle and I fall to in to a long sleep.
As the airplane is getting ready to land my mom starts shaking me and whispering my name trying to wake me up from my deep sleep.
I wake up from my sleep as the airplane is starting to descend. Once again I look down the window and see things that look like ants on their way to their home. Once the airplane descends more the ants looking things start taking the shape of cars and trucks driving down the freeway. Finally after just about five minutes the wheels of the airplane hit the ground and the captain of the flight gives the news that we have landed safe and on time. While we are waiting for the captain to tell us we could get off I start thinking of the things that might happen in my new
home.
Once we get off the airplane I feel like I am in an alien planet as I cannot understand what most of the people are saying. My mom and I did not know where our luggage was going to be, so we decided to follow the people that where in the plane with us. Following those people felt like walking in an endless maze. Finally after taking a few turns in the endless maze of the airport we got to the room where our luggage was going to be. Entering the room the band that takes the luggage out start to move. After about five minutes of staring at the colorful luggage we spotted our black and dark red luggage. After getting our luggage we started our journey to the part of the airport when the rest of our family will be waiting for us. As we arrived at exit there is only one thing block our way. The thing is a pair of automatic tinted doors that block the view of the outside. As we get closer to the door they slowly start opening. As the door opens my eyes get attractive to a bold chunky guy and two little girls which are my dad and sisters. After having our special family moment we start walking to the parking lots trying to find my dad’s gray Honda Civic, and one we found did in the second floor we started our adventure to our new home.
Once again, as we drove slowly on the freeway because of the heavy traffic, I started feeling sleeping once more. My eyes finally shut down as my dad was changing lanes to enter the 91 freeway. As my dad did a quick turn that wake me up I saw lots of light brown condominiums. While waiting for the shiny black gate to open I stared at three kids running across the brownish parking lots of the condominiums. When the gate finally open we drove in to the new neighborhood that was like a new world to me. After pasting about fifty parking space we finally react the parking space number fifty-seven which was surrounded by two Nissan Altima, one white one and the other one was dark grey. As my dad parked between two Nissan Altima’s I saw the kids again, but this time they were staring at our car wait for us to get out. As we got out of the car and toke the luggage out of the truck those kids were still looking at us like if we were some kind of aliens. As we were walking down the cold parking lots I try hiding next to my dad so the kids did not looked at me. When we finally got to our apartment I ran inside it like if I was getting attack by something scary. After my sisters show me the whole apartment I when to my new room. The room had a bright white light bolt cover with a blueish glass that made the paint in the room look blue. I sat down on the cold bed thinking about those kids that I saw. In the cold night I started thinking about what kind of new friends was I going to make or if I was going to be able to make new friends.
Those kids that I was when I first moved to America are some of my best friends now, the three of them are the same age as me. After when we got to know each other better I told them what I thought of them the first time I saw them. They told me that they were looking at me because they want to know me. They are very nice and friendly, they were always try to teach me English. I always compare them to my old friends in Mexico. Sometimes I still miss my old friends at Mexico. I am thankful that I have excellent friends in both places here in the United States and Mexico.