My Narrative Essay: My Journey To America?

They were the sweetest people I could have had, and I wish they were still in my life now. After class I got out of the classroom with my friends and I had forgotten that my parents were waiting in front of the classroom

Attentively, I listened as my grandma began to poor out her life long story to me. At the end of World War II, she had come as an immigrant from Germany with her family when she was only a little younger than I . Then she got her citizenship and raised her family here in America. This story I had known all too well, but until now I had always hesitated to bring up the topic in fear of the asking too much. To my brother and I, she was our Oma.

Imagine waking up in a house that is not your home. You do not know what the morning routine is, what is eaten for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or even know what is and what is not appropriate behavior. In the movie Coming to America which was directed by John Landis, Eddie Murphy’s character, Prince Akeem, is in for a cultural shift when he decides to move from Africa to Queens, New York in order to find his princess. In the film, Akeem is exposed to how Africa differs from America when he discovers the differences in power distance, work ethic, and the value of money.

America’s Gift to My Generation There isn’t just one gift that America has given my generation, America has given us multiple gifts and I couldn’t imagine a better place to live. America has given us freedom, individuality, and safety. I can come out of my house and play whenever I want because if you live in America you aren’t being denied to do activities just because of who you are, what you look like, or who you are related to. A long time ago immigrants from other countries came to America to escape their country.

The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.

I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.

It was not easy only knowing one language and going to a school that couldn't understand me and I couldn't understand them. My mother is Hondurena and my father is Mexicano both different but want the same thing. I grew up in America with my mother always talking to me in spanish so I would learn how to read, write and speak it. It was my first language I didn't know english at all I would always talk in spanish at home. I may have been born here but I am very much closer to my hispanic roots more than I am American.

Moving to America brings great opportunity to an individual and their family. When my parents moved to America, success was within their reach. My parents could purse their education and soon find their career. My mother has always explained why she was so relieved when my grandparents first told her that they were moving to America. My mother knew that her and her family will be free, they would not have to live in poverty anymore.

It was only two days before I was on my way to America . And I was so excited about it too, I just could not wait . Well the day had finally come and was so excited that I had even stayed up all last night just thinking about it . When we got to the boats I had got on then I remembered that I left my stove on

I woke up suddenly; I felt as if I really was at the mercy of howling gale and waves of surf and storm. My face was wet from sweat as if I was splashed by hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of water. I was dizzy and my head was in extreme pain as my bed felt like a rocking boat. I could have sworn I was hearing waves and I could have sworn that there was a distinctive aroma of salt water filling my room. However, as I pulled my head up from the comfort of my pillow, there was nothing.

Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.

To invite my parents to visit us was a tedious and tough job. After a few months we moved into our own place, I prepared all documents for them to apply entrance visas to America. My financial affidavit, our visas, my income paper, and bank statements along with an invitation I drafted, I send all of those to Shanghai as a registries letter. Then a long waiting game began.

I spend half of my life here and spend the other half there. The plane is going down, I’m here. Here to explore my new life in a new country called the United States, and a new language to master. It has been a long plane ride from China to America, but I’m finally here, here to stay with my parents. The plane had landed.

My Trip to America Some people think that my trip to America was dangerous because I risked my life by travelling around the world illegally and with a fake passport. Others think that it was not worth it because of the expenses. I spent almost 40,000 dollars coming to the United States. I was uncertain if I would ever get the opportunity to accomplish my goals.

In my life l have lived with and learned from different people from around the globe. I was born to a Mexican father and an American mother. Since living with fifty different foreigners from multiple countries and following my father’s footsteps leading tours for foreign students; I have certainly been around my fair share of cultures and learned to appreciate different people. My father, had just flown into the United States from Mexico.