My series of rather challenging events seven years ago, when my family moved from Myanmar to the United States. I had just turned nine when my sister received news that she was accepted into UC Berkeley. My whole family was ecstatic as we prepared for our move to San Francisco. People tried to explain to me what it would be like to live on the other side of the ocean. Little did I know, San Francisco and Yangon were polar opposites - one a bustling, concrete city and the other a quiet, somber town. Everything was foreign; the food, people, clothing. At first, it felt like I was away on vacation, but as the warm summer weather started to disappear, I missed the safety of my extended family and friends who used to live down the street.
Transitioning
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