Belonging To Poland

Four thousand, four hundred seventy-three miles away there is a little town in Poland named Zamosc, the place where I was introduced to diversity, culture, and acceptance. The green, blue, red, yellow, and white colored buildings surrounded me as I learned how to be me. The slim faces, blonde hair, and tall bodies forced me to embrace my culture and love it. My family that lives there caused me to say that Zamosc is my second home. When all of my family in Poland is together there is such a great sense of acceptance, belonging, and love. The people in this little town encourage me to be myself and try new things. Four very diverse humans live in Zamosc that I call family; Aunt Mariola, Uncle Peter, Diana, and Sara. Recently, I traveled alone to Poland to stay …show more content…
Shaking uncontrollably, my heart was pounding so loudly that it was all I could hear when I boarded the plane. It took me so much to step out of my comfort zone. The second I touched ground in the tiny airplane, I knew I had made the right choice. Of course, there was a language barrier, but we never let that get in our way. Trying to communicate with each other sometimes caused us to laugh until we had no breath left. I remember that we had taken a trip down south of Europe to six different countries. Our last day of our final stop, my Uncle proposed the idea of traveling home in just one day. Huge smiles crossed our face as we let out loud sounds of laughter before saying “Let’s do it!”. We stopped at multiple rest stops in the middle of the night. Sitting under the bright lights in the dark navy blue sky, we thought about what we had gotten ourselves into