My First Day To Come To America Essay

It was 21st of September 2017, I have been waiting for this day my whole life. the day to go to the united states of America. I have heard so many rumors about how great this country is, rumors that made me imagine it is like a magical place, with its high technology and sky skyrocketing buildings. After hours of flight, I was in the land of my dreams. Some relatives picked me up from the O'Hare airport and took me to the apartment I was going to stay. when we open the door to the apartment it smelt like fresh morning flowers. It has a soft comfortable couch, a two-person dining table, and a small size bad. And there was the kitchen with its full supplies including the microwave, which they had to teach me how to use. This all was amazing to me because of me and my three brothers including our mother used to live in a four-meter square house. Which four of us kids used to sleep on a bunk bed and, our mother was sleeping on the couch. But on that day I realized that day with many expectations and many goals to

To the simple things like unlimited data, call, and text in phones. But through time the excitement was fading away day to day. And the feeling I choose to ignore got stronger and stronger, the feeling of missing family and friends. All these beautiful things that I was amazed of was suddenly meaningless. As matter of fact, three is no point of having unlimited calls if there is no one to call to. Every time will come back from work to an empty house loneliness will await me and I will feel lost and empty. Then I decided to work twelve hours a day but even then I could not shake off the nothingness I was feeling. This had become my everyday life and I hated it. No one warned me that this would happen and from all the rumors I heard not even one included this phase. I was depressed and had no one by my