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“How would you feel about living in the UK for three months?” my mother asked me when I was nine. And yet seven years, six houses and three schools later, I’m still here. I am not going back: this is my home. It is not back there, not with the majority of my family and old childhood friends. For some strange reason, this country has been more of a home to me than Poland ever was. So I embraced it with open arms, even if it took a little while to get used to.
Poland, 1998-2007
I had a great life in Poland. Of course, I was a child and to children everything seems perfect and utterly amazing but even now that I look back on it, I can’t think of anything that was wrong. But for my parents, as for a lot of other people, that wasn’t enough. You could say it was kind of like the “American dream” that everyone always talks about... but British. Being brought up by an English teacher, aka my mother, I was always excited about all things related to the language and culture that she was so passionate about, and so I was more than happy to leave boring old Poland - at least that’s what it …show more content…
It was nothing like I imagined or what I was promised. A one bedroom apartment, where I had to share my room with my older brother, while my parents slept in the peculiar living room/kitchen combination. My excitement started to die down with every day spent there, but it finally entirely disappeared when the three months passed and I realised I was stuck there. I no longer enjoyed going to school, playing in the nearby park or watching endless hours of Disney Channel (to which I am forever thankful for teaching me English better than any teacher ever had). London was nothing like it was supposed to be and I felt miserable, to say at least. So what changed to make me fall in love with this island called Great
“How would you feel about living in the UK for three months?” my mother asked me when I was nine. And yet seven years, six houses and three schools later, I’m still here. I am not going back: this is my home. It is not back there, not with the majority of my family and old childhood friends. For some strange reason, this country has been more of a home to me than Poland ever was. So I embraced it with open arms, even if it took a little while to get used to.
Poland, 1998-2007
I had a great life in Poland. Of course, I was a child and to children everything seems perfect and utterly amazing but even now that I look back on it, I can’t think of anything that was wrong. But for my parents, as for a lot of other people, that wasn’t enough. You could say it was kind of like the “American dream” that everyone always talks about... but British. Being brought up by an English teacher, aka my mother, I was always excited about all things related to the language and culture that she was so passionate about, and so I was more than happy to leave boring old Poland - at least that’s what it …show more content…
It was nothing like I imagined or what I was promised. A one bedroom apartment, where I had to share my room with my older brother, while my parents slept in the peculiar living room/kitchen combination. My excitement started to die down with every day spent there, but it finally entirely disappeared when the three months passed and I realised I was stuck there. I no longer enjoyed going to school, playing in the nearby park or watching endless hours of Disney Channel (to which I am forever thankful for teaching me English better than any teacher ever had). London was nothing like it was supposed to be and I felt miserable, to say at least. So what changed to make me fall in love with this island called Great