Dawn Garcia
ENC1101/ 5:40-6:55pm
September 25, 2013
Venezuela Welcomes Me Back One of the best and most memorable moments of my life was my arrival back to Venezuela after seven years of not going. I came to Miami when I was 4 years old, and never did I once go back to Venezuela until I was eleven. Starting from a week before I was anxious, nervous and excited all at the same time, it was too many feelings at once. It was hard to control myself. Being used to something and then all of a sudden having to go live somewhere else. Practically it was new to me, because I didn’t remember anything at all from the four years I lived over there. It all started March 10, 2005 when my grandma and I were finishing our last minute packing to head out to the airport. It’s so hard to decide what clothes to take because you’re limited to the weight your luggage has to have. So, even though I was moving to Venezuela my package had to be limited. That was one of the most frustrating things I had to deal with before leaving. When we finally had everything ready my mom took us to airport. The moment we got there, that’s when it finally hit me. “I am actually leaving from the only place I know”. And the worst part about this trip is leaving my mom behind, the one that was there for me every second of my life. Supporting me and teaching me wrong from right. As I had mentioned before it was just too many emotions at once for me to deal with. Although I knew my mom was going to go to Venezuela in a couple of months it was still really depressing. When we finally made it inside to wait for the airplane to arrive, I got to experience all these different people with different nationalities. They all looked so excited to travel and go on a new adventure. Meanwhile, I was sad and confused. I didn’t know what I wanted to do but I knew it had to be done and it was for the best. My mom and I were alone in Miami, we had no one, so one day my mom got depressed and decided we should go back to Venezuela with our family, and how can I say no to that?
We got inside the airplane and it was freezing, it was amazing inside. It was so big and full of people talking about where they were going to stay, who they were going to see. It was interesting, hearing and seeing them, and knowing that we were all heading to the same place. There was a lot of Venezuelans and it was unusual hearing their accents because I had lived all this time in America. So I really hadn’t experienced my own cultures accent. Crazy? Huh? As soon as the airplane lifted I was so scared because it had been a while since I was on an airplane. The last time I experienced being on one, I was too young to remember. As the plane was landing I could see all these colossal mountains and beautiful nature I had never seen before. It was truly beautiful and I was amazed by everything, all I can think is Venezuela is beautiful and I am proud to be here, in a weird way it felt like if I was actually home. I knew it was going to be a major difference but I just had to start getting used to it, and everything would be fine. The story of “Coming Back to Black America” inspired me to write my experience because I too had go through a big change in my life and accustom myself to a whole new country.
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