It was August 5, 2015. It was a sunny, hot day in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. For most people, it would have been a perfectly beautiful, day. However, for me, it felt like my life was ending. I got into my dad’s car and he drove my mom and me to the airport. While in the car, I felt that my face was wet with tears and was becoming red. I couldn’t believe it, but I was crying. My dad noticed and turned around. He told me that everything was going to be all right. His words made my tears stop. However, deep down inside me, I knew that he was telling me this to calm me down, not because it was the truth.
I was doing the ri thing by getting on a plane and going to the place where everybody said that dreams come true. However, I wanted to …show more content…
For the first time, I had to do things for myself. I had to do laundry, buy food, go to the bank, get into college, use public transportation, and work jobs. I had to do all these things that I had never done before, alone and with little guidance. I remember once I was on 42nd street, and I wanted to go back to my aunt’s apartment, yet I was not familiar with the trains. I got onto the first train that I saw that said uptown. I thought that every uptown train was the same, so I ended up in Yonkers.
The mere fact that I don’t have my parents close to me still makes me unhappy. They were always on my side in every moment of my life. Before coming to New York, I thought my parents were overprotective. I wanted them to back off. But now, I miss them. I miss them saying good morning to me, I miss my dad and mom’s jokes, and I simply miss their presence.
I was starting to feel desperate and lonely. I felt that everybody was accomplishing something. When I looked at myself, I felt that I was just occupying space. Luckly this feeling of loneliness and desperation didn’t last long. I got into college. I was very happy and the feeling of belonging somewhere made me feel hopeful. I didn’t get into my dream college Columbia University because I didn’t graduate from a high school in the States, but I had the opportunity to demonstrate that I could be …show more content…
Before leaving my country, I never had to do things for myself; my food was always on the table, my clothes were always clean, I didn’t have to go to the bank, I never had to use public transportation, my education was paid for, and in my house, I felt that I belonged. But now that I look at my present self, and remember all these emotions and moments that happened to me, I can associate it reminds me of my words, “Leaving your house is always a sacrifice.” These words didn 't mean anything to me before. When I came to New York, I was naïve, I didn’t really have lots of experiences in my life. But now that a year has passed, I can understand the meaning of my mom’s words. When I moved to New York, I learned that sometimes I have to make sacrifices in order to achieve my goals. My mom was trying to warn me that my decision was a hard one. Not everyone could leave their country and start a new life. Although, I chose to do this to demonstrate to myself and to my parents that I’m capable of accomplishing great things. I had to face the consequences, of sacrificing my comfortable life to fulfill my dream, and help the
I was doing the ri thing by getting on a plane and going to the place where everybody said that dreams come true. However, I wanted to …show more content…
For the first time, I had to do things for myself. I had to do laundry, buy food, go to the bank, get into college, use public transportation, and work jobs. I had to do all these things that I had never done before, alone and with little guidance. I remember once I was on 42nd street, and I wanted to go back to my aunt’s apartment, yet I was not familiar with the trains. I got onto the first train that I saw that said uptown. I thought that every uptown train was the same, so I ended up in Yonkers.
The mere fact that I don’t have my parents close to me still makes me unhappy. They were always on my side in every moment of my life. Before coming to New York, I thought my parents were overprotective. I wanted them to back off. But now, I miss them. I miss them saying good morning to me, I miss my dad and mom’s jokes, and I simply miss their presence.
I was starting to feel desperate and lonely. I felt that everybody was accomplishing something. When I looked at myself, I felt that I was just occupying space. Luckly this feeling of loneliness and desperation didn’t last long. I got into college. I was very happy and the feeling of belonging somewhere made me feel hopeful. I didn’t get into my dream college Columbia University because I didn’t graduate from a high school in the States, but I had the opportunity to demonstrate that I could be …show more content…
Before leaving my country, I never had to do things for myself; my food was always on the table, my clothes were always clean, I didn’t have to go to the bank, I never had to use public transportation, my education was paid for, and in my house, I felt that I belonged. But now that I look at my present self, and remember all these emotions and moments that happened to me, I can associate it reminds me of my words, “Leaving your house is always a sacrifice.” These words didn 't mean anything to me before. When I came to New York, I was naïve, I didn’t really have lots of experiences in my life. But now that a year has passed, I can understand the meaning of my mom’s words. When I moved to New York, I learned that sometimes I have to make sacrifices in order to achieve my goals. My mom was trying to warn me that my decision was a hard one. Not everyone could leave their country and start a new life. Although, I chose to do this to demonstrate to myself and to my parents that I’m capable of accomplishing great things. I had to face the consequences, of sacrificing my comfortable life to fulfill my dream, and help the