Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth. It was hard for me to tell my friends that I was leaving and going to another country.We started packing all our belongings ready to go the airport. Before going to the airport, I went to my friends and said goodbye to all of them. I told them that I was moving to the U.S. They felt sad about the news I told them. but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal. When I moved to the the U.S. Everything was different It wasn't the same as …show more content…
Even though you are in a new country still it's better to know them well and get along with them. As for me I was a quiet person who never talked to any person because I was shy. And being shy can make you lose a lot of opportunities like when i was in a class when a teacher asked a question and had the answer I couldn't raise my hand and answer it. And all the presentation I did with my partner I couldn't present it because I was nervous. Later on I adopted the american way of living. Made new friends and everything became much easier for me. The moral of this story was about moving to a new country and not knowing the language and the culture. When moving to a new country It won't be the same country you were back home. Its totally different. When coming to a new country you have to adopt with the new culture. Get to know the new people learn their culture, as well teach them your own culture. Make
One of the most difficult things I have ever experienced is moving to Idaho before my junior year of high school from Utah. Despite this being a common occurrence for people it was hard for me because it uprooted me from the community I had lived in for the past seven years, and the people I loved. It caused me to leave friends that I grew up with and that I couldn’t imagine leaving. And forced me to meet new friends and discover a new place. As I have had time to reflect on my experiences it causes me to realize that it doesn’t matter where you are, or the people you know, but how you react in the situation.
I started thinking of all the things that would change, such as a new school, new neighborhood and new friends. My parents, my sister and I were inside the airport now heading over to the security check. My brother wasn't with us because he couldn't wait to get to California and start his new university, his love for California started when we went for a trip to Los Angeles. After we went through the security check we sat by our gate and waited. “Check it out, so many planes are landing” my sister exclaimed.
A Moving Experience Moving houses had always been strenuous for me, especially since my family had moved multiple times. This was my family’s third time moving. We were moving from California to Indiana. Even though it was my third time moving, I still found it arduous to move locations and to say goodbye to the friends I made in California.
I wanted to go home I felt like I was literally dying of homesickness but once I started working I knew everything was going to be okay because I was getting better I was happier. On visits I did watch my cousins arriving at my house they ran from car to house excited and quickly ran to embrace me with a
It was also exhilarating at the same time. Moving to the United States was like moving to a different planet because everything was so different from the Philippines. I remember stepping out of the airport being in awe of the weather and the surroundings. “It’s gonna be different this time” I thought to myself as I was getting in the car.
I begged my parents to make my moving day three months early. As soon as my parents accepted my request after long discussions, I picked up my phone, e-mailed my friends to tell them that I was coming back, and discussed on what day we could meet up. I was very excited about the whole new life I could make in Japan and imagined how it would be every night in my head. When I moved back to and went to school in Japan, however, the situation did not change at all. I went back to school I used to go before moving to the United States, and I was glad to see familiar faces of my classmates.
It was my first trip to Europe, and I was surprised at how different it was from the United States: on average the houses were much smaller, the restaurants had really small servings, the language was entirely different and the customs didn’t make much sense to me. We returned to the U.S. as the school year began, but because we still hadn’t gotten our visas, my mom would be homeschooling me until we could move out there. By mid-October we began packing for the move. The last few weeks were the hardest; I said goodbye to all my friends, not knowing when I would see them
The Struggle of being to New Country. One day, I came back from my soccer match and my parents were waiting for me. They told me that we have to move to other county. I said where. My mom said to US, and told me the reason, because of her mother.
It took a couple days until I was ready to confront my parents about how I felt about moving, even though they spoke to my sister and I , I still thought there was a possibility they would change their mind. Then a couple months later after they spent some weeks looking for houses my father came up to my sister and I and said, “WE FOUND A HOUSE, IT’S BEAUTIFUL, YOUR MOTHER FELL IN LOVE WITH IT WHEN SHE SAW IT!” My heart dropped, my whole body started to heat up my eyes started to swell leading the water to nearly touched my cheeks, that’s when it finally hit me that we were actually going to be moving. After many days of confusion and sadness, my parents sat us down again to make sure we were okay with it. They listened to us and promised to help make the transition as easy as possible.
My aunts, uncles, cousins, and especially my grandparents. Everybody was crying because we all knew that we would not be able to see each other anytime soon. I felt like I was abandoning the only family I ever knew and I was crushed. However, our goodbyes had to come to an end as were coming near our flight to leave, tears were coming down our cheeks, so much so that we could have filled u an entire pool.
A culture, by definition, is a set of shared beliefs within a society; learning how to interact with people from different cultures is important in order to communicate and work with each other. It helps us become understanding of one another and widens our perspective of what the world has to offer. To be able to cross cultural communicate with others, the first step is to be aware that every culture is complex and has its differences. While traveling to new countries and trying to understand each other, there is a large possibility of miscommunication, which can come in the form of misinterpreting messages or body language; therefore, it is crucial to keep an open mind whilst communicating. There are multitudes of factors in various cultures that play a role in decision making, so being aware of the expectations that are influenced by someone’s culture will help you understand their choices.
After receiving the news they were initially hopeful because they did not receive any sort of letter yet, so assumed that they would get accepted into St. Paul’s as well and we were all excited for going to school at St. Paul’s. At the time, I thought that we were the best of friends for the few days
“It’s not over until it’s over. You want to be a champion, you have to think that way, in everything you do. You never stop.” I was hurt playing football like when I got a concussion and messed my knee up for a few weeks. But did I quit?
With great despair I am writing this to you from a faraway country that I have moved to. How is Japan? Is everyone doing okay? I turned into a complete fool, it feels like I have no purpose in life and must harbor my feelings. Dreading to come home, I miss my homeland very much and being around people I love.
Lucas lives in Florida right now. He is in 10th grade. He lives with both of his parents. They both got new jobs in a totally different state. Lucas knows that they are moving.