Personal Narrative: My First Coming To America
I still remember when I first came to America. I was at Charlotte Douglas International airport, looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was strangers talking in a language that I didn’t understand a single word. At that moment, I realized that I was in America, the America. I remember how people describe America as the greatest country in the world and such. My heart started to beat faster and faster, it felt like my heart was going to explode. Suddenly, I feel all kinds of emotions, simple words are not enough to describe how I felt that time.
For the first three months, I suffered from nostalgia and depression. Nostalgia is defined as a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the