Immigrating Abroad Essay

The inner desire of any immigrant is to be able to leave his or her country without having to leave home. The thought of leaving behind all that was close and of meaning to me arose feelings of discomfort within me. Change is many things; it is scary, it is good, it is necessary for growth but most importantly it is inevitable. So on October eleventh two thousand and eight when my father announced to my family and I the date on which we were to depart on our journey to the culture mosaic society of Canada, change seemed to have landed on our door step. This was the most important day of my life. Immigrating abroad meant changes, many of them, the feelings I recall which were of most relevance to me at the time were anxiousness and excitement. I was excited for a new beginning and anxious about how I would integrate into a whole new world. It was a bittersweet journey to the airport, knowing that these Indian surroundings; the noisy roads, the smell of savoury street food, and the

Still I felt out of place, but positive change did start to occur upon our arrival into our very first home. It was small, definitely not meant for a family of six, but it was something to call home. Times were rough then too, my family was not financially secure, my mother worked in a factory. To think that she was high payed teacher back home who loved her job, had come over seas just to work at a factory for the sake of her children, still brings tears to my eyes. My father on the other hand had been studying day and night for his law examinations and my sisters who were at the time only sixteen years of age had taken up part time jobs that left them with no time for a social life. So much sacrifice made, with such little fruit of labour in sight. Yet again anxiousness hung above my head like a dark cloud unwilling to go away. Excitement on the other hand was also around the corner because I was about to start high