As I departed my plane into the airport, the bitter aching cold surrounded my body. I could feel the cold winter breeze for the very first time in my life. My breath appeared as a thin and visible layer of smoke right in front of me. I was already prepared though; I put on a winter coat on the plane beforehand. However, it was around the end January, the middle of American winter, and it still felt like I was in a sea of chill even with all the layers of clothing around me. I am used to hot, tropical weather all year long. The Philippines, the place where I grew up, was beyond an ocean, thousands of miles away. I remember the day I moved like it was yesterday. It was difficult to understand why I was moving away to a completely far and foreign land, completely far away from what I considered home.
I was born in a small town called Pateros, in the Luzon island …show more content…
When I got out of the airport, a shudder of chills was sent down my spine. I looked up and the sky was already darkening, even though it wasn’t the evening yet. I really felt like I was in some exotic, alien world. While on the trip back to my new home, I noticed the sheer amount of organization. There were traffic lights, stop signs, information, and words scattered everywhere. Cars on the highway moved in unison, following some sort of law. When we reached the suburbs, all the houses and streets were in a grid pattern. The streets here were a lot wider and the neighborhoods felt clean and quiet. All of the structures were like pieces of art, even the houses had a special touch added to them. This town I was in was very nice looking. One thing I missed though was the people in Pateros; so many people always walked around and I knew a lot of them. In the town of Union, New Jersey, I barely saw a soul outside. However, I really admire the American atmosphere already with its first impressions to
I was born in a small town called Pateros, in the Luzon island …show more content…
When I got out of the airport, a shudder of chills was sent down my spine. I looked up and the sky was already darkening, even though it wasn’t the evening yet. I really felt like I was in some exotic, alien world. While on the trip back to my new home, I noticed the sheer amount of organization. There were traffic lights, stop signs, information, and words scattered everywhere. Cars on the highway moved in unison, following some sort of law. When we reached the suburbs, all the houses and streets were in a grid pattern. The streets here were a lot wider and the neighborhoods felt clean and quiet. All of the structures were like pieces of art, even the houses had a special touch added to them. This town I was in was very nice looking. One thing I missed though was the people in Pateros; so many people always walked around and I knew a lot of them. In the town of Union, New Jersey, I barely saw a soul outside. However, I really admire the American atmosphere already with its first impressions to