Narrative essay
That One Day
The emotion overwhelmed me. I didn’t know if I should be happy or if I should be crying; after all, I was only 10 years old. We were just leaving the American Embassy knowing that we have received Visas to enter the new world, new life, meet new friends, and also reconnect with the other half of our family after 20 years. All these new and exciting things seemed so great until it hit me, I’ll be leaving behind my best friends and the other half of my family. I was happy and sad at the same time. I was devastated but also excited. It’s a feeling that is too hard to explain. With it came stress over the upcoming challenges that I will face. Moving to the United States was one of the most traumatizing moments of my life. First year of school in a new country is not easy for anyone, but the easiest way to become accepted is to find your own clique and blend in with the other kids. Not only did I not know anyone, there was also the language barrier. I was stressing out.
Dec 8th, 2004, the plane was preparing to land at the O’Hare airport. I slept throughout the 12 hour flight until we were about to land. We landed and everything from there on is just a haze to me now. We got in my grandfather’s Jeep Grand Cherokee and we drove towards his house. I felt disappointed; this country didn’t look like the movies I have seen. Whenever we had the pleasure to watch an American movie me and my parents were in full awe. Everything seemed so modern in the movies. The neighborhoods seemed so lovely and inviting, but reality hit when we started driving home. Some of the neighborhoods looked more repelling than lovely. Half the buildings that we passed seemed outdated and abandoned. Once we reached Park Ridge it began to look like the American Dream again. We were greeted by family and friends of my grandparents. I felt like I was still right at home in Poland. It wasn’t until two weeks later that we started to ponder about what school I should attend. Right at that
The emotion overwhelmed me. I didn’t know if I should be happy or if I should be crying; after all, I was only 10 years old. We were just leaving the American Embassy knowing that we have received Visas to enter the new world, new life, meet new friends, and also reconnect with the other half of our family after 20 years. All these new and exciting things seemed so great until it hit me, I’ll be leaving behind my best friends and the other half of my family. I was happy and sad at the same time. I was devastated but also excited. It’s a feeling that is too hard to explain. With it came stress over the upcoming challenges that I will face. Moving to the United States was one of the most traumatizing moments of my life. First year of school in a new country is not easy for anyone, but the easiest way to become accepted is to find your own clique and blend in with the other kids. Not only did I not know anyone, there was also the language barrier. I was stressing out.
Dec 8th, 2004, the plane was preparing to land at the O’Hare airport. I slept throughout the 12 hour flight until we were about to land. We landed and everything from there on is just a haze to me now. We got in my grandfather’s Jeep Grand Cherokee and we drove towards his house. I felt disappointed; this country didn’t look like the movies I have seen. Whenever we had the pleasure to watch an American movie me and my parents were in full awe. Everything seemed so modern in the movies. The neighborhoods seemed so lovely and inviting, but reality hit when we started driving home. Some of the neighborhoods looked more repelling than lovely. Half the buildings that we passed seemed outdated and abandoned. Once we reached Park Ridge it began to look like the American Dream again. We were greeted by family and friends of my grandparents. I felt like I was still right at home in Poland. It wasn’t until two weeks later that we started to ponder about what school I should attend. Right at that