Personal Narrative Essay: The Journey To The US
Moving was like a clean slate. I left my brother, my sister, a lot of close friends, my hometown, my activities, and a big part of my life behind. A part of my heart is still in that town. The moment I stepped on the bus to the U.S., an enormous sadness filled every corner of my body and all of that sadness came together to form a knot in my throat. It was a fear of the unknown and a big change that was just about to begin. My arrival in the United States came fraught with problems. My lack of knowledge of the language was one of my biggest challenges. Also, I did not know anyone in the United States, except for my family members at home, so it was really hard for me to make new friends. At Kealing Middle School, my very first day of eighth grade was the hardest day of my life. Everything was different: the language, the signs on the walls, the building, the food, the teachers, the classes, and especially the people