A Memorable Journey to America Not every journey of one’s life cannot be always memorable. But when I think about memorable journey, I think about my journey when I was processing my paperwork for a visa. Processing my paperwork for a visa was totally challenged my patience. Every single day I had to follow up every single paper work that I sent to United States Citizenship and Immigration Services. There were times that I really thought of give up, but I was also thought about my dreams to come to America and be together with my husband. First, processing a lot of paperwork took a lot of my time, from the start until I got here in America. I had filled up and sign every single …show more content…
I had to go to the bank to send the money to the United States Embassy in Manila for my visa payment. Then, I had to wait twenty-four hours to set an appointment for my visa interview in the United States Embassy. Setting visa interview appointment was very difficult, I had to compete with other applicants too. After setting an interview appointment, I also had to set my medical appointment online. I woke up early for my medical appointment, I needed to be early, so I do not have to wait in line. When I reached the hospital, I had to fill up a paperwork again and had to pay my medical fee. I went to the second floor of the hospital, where the medical examination taking care of. I had to get x-rayed, eye examination, pregnancy test, syphilis test, fecalysis, urinalysis, and every single test that I needed before I can come here. After my examination, I had to wait for the results and any other announcements that I needed for the next step of the process. My result was excellent, and the hospital had forwarded my results to the United States Embassy. After I knew the result, I told myself, “one more step and I am …show more content…
I woke up early, because I had to be in the embassy by six in the morning. I had left my apartment around five in the morning. I took a cab, and I got in embassy fifteen minutes earlier. I had to fall in line, because the embassy personnel had to check my appointment, passport, and if my interview requirements were complete. I stopped at the security area, and security guard made sure that I had followed the embassy rules. When I got inside the embassy, I had to get a number. I had waited ten minutes and I saw my number flashed on the monitor. One consul took my biometrics and asked me some few questions, and told me to take a seat. After twenty-five minutes my number was flashed again, another consul asked again some few questions, and made sure my information was correct. The consul told me again to take a seat, and wait for my number to flash again. I was just waiting for only a few minutes, and my number was flashed. I went to the cubicle where my major interview was taken. The American consul asked me a few questions, and I answered it honestly. In addition, I had to wait again. After a few minutes of waiting, I saw my number flash next to the cubicle, where my interviewer was. I was very nervous, because that was the time that to know if I had a chance to get the visa. Embassy personnel asked my complete name, and told me to wait for a few days for my visa. After I heard those words from the personnel, I felt an ease and
In my younger and more vulnerable years, my parents and I immigrated from the Philippines to America in search of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It wasn't until I started maturing did I notice the obstacles I overcame, the accomplishments I achieved, and the objectives I set for myself that significantly contributed towards the achievement of my dream.
Unlike other people, I came to the US without any special reasons, except for the
Langston Hughes uses poetic elements to express the reader his feelings towards America. Langston Hughes is very upset that America is not what it promised to be. Living in America, he never saw America to be the land of the free, what it promised to be. Instead, he saw America to be cruel to him and now wants to change America to be the country of the free he thought it was. He expresses all his emotion about America, in his poem, Let America Be America Again, by using connotative diction, repetition, narrative tone and organization; poetic elements.
This was back in November 2007, in India. I was 12 years old. I was enjoying my normal life. But I didn’t know that my life will change surprisingly. One day I came home from the school and my parents made decision of moving to the United States. I was totally amazed at that moment. My parents wanted move so that me and my sister can have a better life, education, and opportunity.
When my family and I got in the plane that would take us to the U.S., I was very excited. It was as if I had butterflies in my stomach. I was also nervous because I had heard of people that were turned away when they got to America because the government was not letting as many immigrants into the U.S as they had in the past. Therefore, my whole family was a little anxious. Two things could happen when we arrived at the Washington, D.C., airport. We could either come to the United States to chase after “the American dream”, or we could be turned away which meant that we would have to return to our country of origin.
I am an immigrant well, kind of; I wasn 't born here, but then again I wasn 't raised anywhere else. My parents brought me over when I was a child so they would be the immigrants since they made the decision to come here; I was kind of brought along. The year was 1994, I was 3(three) years old and my family and I had just been offered the opportunity to come to the U.S. my parents took it leaving everything behind. We were one of the lucky ones; our process was clean and simple. My dad worked for a religious organization, the Seventh Day Adventist Union in the Dominican Republic, as a canvasser; he sold books related to health and ministry. I don’t remember anything about those early years, but from that young age my life was impacted by the
The most basic problem is getting the U.S visa. That is the problem being faced by many nations in the world. The U.S. embassy in most of the countries of the world are really strict which is very right also because they have to be careful about who is entering the country and whether a person should or should not enter the nation. Talking about the people who get suffered, the perturbation in th...
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
Just shortly after moving out, my parents received a letter that our family was finally accepted back to Canada. After six years of waiting, paying and filling out paperwork that David and my parents spent doing day and night, they finally achieved their goal. The time spent on it was long hours for several months and the money behind it was outstanding and David explained to me, “Over the course of 5 and a half years, the family spent approximately $50,000. This includes travelling fees, medical fees, processing fees, representative fees etc.” which number still seemed too low from what I remembered so then I asked my mom and dad, “It costed our family 150,000 dollars since day one to accomplish the journey back to Canada” they explained with an upsetting yet settle tone. Not only money was a lot to give up, but also the time and patience as well. “It took five and a half years. There were times that were extremely busy, when Immigration Canada would request a new document or a new action to be completed and they had very strict deadlines. There were also times when it felt like nothing was happening. Processing times can be very long at times. Countless hours of work went into making all of the events a reality.” Explained my brother in the
Going through the bustling crowd, people spoke the strange languages with unfamiliar body languages, and I knew I'm really on a foreign land. Before that, the only way I got to know the United States was from the films and the media, and I used to like other people to imagine one day could be able to come to America, enjoy the American life, and pursue the American Dream. Now, all of my previous imagination was confirmed at that moment. I’m an international student from China, and I’m taking a risk to challenge myself to live in America, and there is no relative and friend I know in here, and it means I have to start a new life by myself. However, I didn't realize there were a lot of difficulty are waiting for me in the future. People in this
My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My
It is through the events in the journey of life that shapes and molds who we are as people. As for me, immigrating to America was one of those milestones that have shaped who I am. Those who have had the opportunity of moving from a different country to America know what a privilege it is. I felt the same honor to know that I would be journeying to the land of opportunity. Without hesitance, I spent the last two months packing and making the final preparations before moving to a new continent. Although it was a bittersweet time, leaving my beloved family behind, I knew that I couldn’t resist the treasure that waited for me in the new land. Coming from a developing nation the high level of sophistication that greeted me on arrival to America made feel like I was in paradise.
My story starts when I came to the United States about three years ago from Colombia. My family and I had to start from scratch, because none of us spoke English at all and arrived with nothing more than our suitcases. As soon as we arrived, we had to live in a crowded house, where my sister, my parents and I
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This