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Personal Narrative: My First Moving To America

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One of the hardest days of my life was when I first moved to America. I studied in Canada for one year, but it was totally a different situation that there were teachers who specifically teaches ESL classes, and a host family who was really close friend to my mom. There were people cared about me when i was in Vancouver. But when I moved to America, there was no one that I knew. I had to start everything fresh all by myself. I had been lost, and did not have a clear goal for my future. I did not know who I want to be, or who I could be. So I decided to try everything that was available, so I could find the right thing for me. No one knows what he can do till he tries. I found things that were not right for me, but more importantly I find the

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