Reflective Essay: Growing Up In Canada

Growing up in Canada, I had a certain view of the world. In other words, I had lived in a bubble my entire life until I was 14 years old. Not long after my fourteenth birthday, my parents settled on the hard choice to move to Bangladesh due to a family emergency. However, I was not looking forward to move to a different country as I always hated change and the thoughts of meeting new people from a different culture provoked a deep plethora of sadness within me. I began to marginally tremble as I imagined myself away from all my friends in Canada and shaking hands with new people all over again. Moreover, I was tired of endeavoring to consider ways I could appear to be cool and intriguing, and attempting to make sense of how I could shroud my