My life took an interesting turn when my mother told me I would be moving to a different country, fear took over my body because that meant I would have to start from zero. On January 1st, 2011 my mom gave me the exciting news that her fiancée, now husband, had started the process to bring her to the United States so she could become a permanent resident, live with him, form a family and start a brand new life. I remember her face blighting up to every time she spoke a word but that smile faded once she told me I could not come with at that time because of the expense of the process. I understood why she could not bring me with. We had economic and emotional issues going on. She promised that as soon as she obtained her green card (permanent residency) she would start the legal process for me. I could then visit the United States and become a permanent resident. The process required both, time and money. It started with a simple invitation from my stepdad to my mother and an immigration lawyer. Tons of documents, signatures and three hours in a meeting all done within a twenty-four hour frame period. Days went by and the acceptance letter seemed to take forever to arrive. With that in her hands, she could then proceed onto the next step. July 1, 2012 came by …show more content…
Usually takes about twelve to eighteen hours to travel from Green Bay, Wisconsin to Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic unless you are traveling on first class, which is a luxury to do so. But we had no choice but to book the next flight and to buy a first class ticket. Maxed out credit cards, donations from our local church, close friends and relatives, we received so much support from everybody. They helped us to get my stepdad to the DR as soon as possible. Few people have the virtue of having such lovable neighbors and relatives, I am one of them. I will always remember what they did for us and will always be thankful for
Ironically, that was when my mother got naturalized. The feelings that my mother felt drastically changed, knowing that she gained certain rights when she got naturalized. Going through this procedure requires a lot of attention and patience. Becoming a U.S citizen doesn 't happen overnight, but it happens over a series of months.
(Summer of 1879) As an African American wife who recently joined the western migration, along with my husband, I am optimistic about the opportunity we have to become landowners. Thanks to the new addition of the 13th amendment, my husband and I are considered lawful freedmen. We now have the right to live a lifestyle opposite of the suffering we endured back in the South.
She did not have to immigrate to the United States for me, which makes me appreciate that my future success would be because of her. I must say my experience being in a third world country was not just a vacation but it was a life changing stage that had turned me into a humble, generous, and thankful individual today. Do not get me wrong the first time I found out, I was going to a place like this I thought was God punishing me terribly. Given that, I had to get used to their living conditions, food and seeing what they do just to survive each day has taught me more than my characteristics of the person I am now.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
They sacrificed everything to be here. If that isn 't something to be proud of, I don’t know what is. Since their accomplishments somehow feel like they are my own, I have to be proud; I can’t help
Becoming a us citizen of us from the time that I was in high school, I though in getting the citizenship through my mom,but I noticed that she was really scared of applying, so I didn 't bother her and chose to wait the require time to apply by myself after two years of waiting, I stared the process and the fist step was filling the application in Internet, second was taking the on us office and last was taking an oath, after all this steps finally I got my citizenship. When I stared applying with the us citizen office, I was eighteen years old and I was really scared and nervous of the process, But that dint stop me from starting the application. So I decided to fill the application on line with all my information and paying all the fees with my moms credit card, after that I had wait for one month and a half and while that I felt that the waiting time was taking for ever, but when I got the letter it makes me feel better knowing that they received my information and
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
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.
26 years ago. 9 thousand, 4 hundred, and 90 days have passed since I’ve been living this American dream. 26 years ago, I boarded a flight that changed my life forever. A flight that took me from a small town in Cape Verde to the land of the free, America, was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. Yes, I had to leave my family, the only thing I've ever known, but it was the right thing to do.
It been ten years since I have not seen Haiti. I miss the smell, the people, the ongoing language, the natural food and the atmosphere. This trip is very important because
Moving to Asia when I was 15 years old, as an American, was one of the hardest challenges I have faced in my life. Growing up in Marin County, California, a beautiful suburban bubble with little to no diversity. I was forced to let go of the life, friendships, and future plans I had established but the saddest part was leaving my extended family. All to move to a new country, Singapore, a place 13,857 km away that I knew nothing of. To say I was anxious was an understatement.
Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States and ever since I have been an undocumented immigrant. Due to my legal status in the United States, I felt like I was restricted from certain situations and possessions and would never be able to succeed. I was not living the normal life of a seven-year-old. Instead, I had to learn to cope and adapt to a whole new culture. Even though the drastic change at such a young age was a challenge, it has shaped who I am today.
At the age of____, I left everything behind in Armenia and migrated into the United States of America to start a new life. Even though I love my paternal land and do not forget where I come from, the fact that I could pursue a career and become a productive member of the society encouraged me to move to America. To my great misfortune, I was persecuted for being politically active in my own country and I could no longer fight with the authorities for violating my civil rights. I had the potential of facing more dangerous situations than I was already in at the time. I am my parent’s first child
When my mom and sister came from Colombia, it was initially a struggle. They lived with my grandmother who was frequently abusive to her. Coming from a foreign country and not knowing your way around in the United States was a difficult journey, but she had my dad at the time.
There are plenty of times in our lives when we all feel alienated and your teenage years are the prime for that. There’s plenty of instances I can recall being female and an immigrant, mostly earlier in life, but one specific time stuck out. It wasn’t a single event, but rather an experience. My experience of going to elementary school after I moved to America was definitely one of the first times when I felt separated from the larger group. I moved to Michigan from Pakistan in the June of 2005, when I was eight years old.