A Journey To Australia's Journey To Australia

I shouldered my bag and also the burden of my families’ expectation for me to do well, as I said my last goodbyes to my beloved family and began my long and arduous journey to what was about to become my home “Australia”. I took one last look back at my family all 9 of them waving me goodbyes and I stepped through the rusted gate and out onto the street. I slowly trudged down the street already missing my family and longing not to go but my mother and father always wanted a good life for me and Australia was my one opportunity for this. I could feel the tears welling under my eyes as I left my family behind to begin my adventure to the magnificent country of “Australia”, It was a crisp, chilly winter morning and the dirt crunched under my

Just thinking about all of the good memories I have had in my 14 years in Ithaca brings tears to my eyes as they start to spill over and down my cheeks. I have been walking for about 2 hours and the sun is beginning to rise and the grass is beginning to dry up. When I finally make my way aboard the boat I can feel my wet shoes squelching against the hard wooden floorboards, I make my way below deck and see I am not the only person here; there are 11 other young boys I am clearly the oldest. I drop what little possessions I own on my bed and walk out onto the deck. I can smell the salty fresh air as I stroll down the

Drip, drop, drip, drop I hear as water makes it way through the cracks that have formed in the old rotting deck, My ink pot it spilling around and I can’t keep my hands still. The ship is violently swaying from side to side and I can hear not only possessions but also men being thrown all over the deck. All I can think about is “I have to get out of