I am an alien. I am an Italian citizen. I am someone who eagerly embraced the idea of moving to the United States. As an 11-year-old, I was too young to understand the drastic change of life my dad and I would have to go through. The excitement obtained by the thought of leaving my antiquated home, Italy, distracted me from thinking about the imminent changes to my future.
As a kid I was honestly never too excited about change. In Italy there is a scarcity of change, making it seldom welcomed. People remain in the same socioeconomic class as their parents; if your dad is a butcher then you will probably become a butcher as well. People rarely change houses or move to new cities; you are usually born in the same small town you will later die
As a kid I was honestly never too excited about change. In Italy there is a scarcity of change, making it seldom welcomed. People remain in the same socioeconomic class as their parents; if your dad is a butcher then you will probably become a butcher as well. People rarely change houses or move to new cities; you are usually born in the same small town you will later die