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Personal Essay: Moving To The United States

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I was born in the Philippines. Living in this country was quite tough since my family is poor. My parents having to support me and my other six siblings made it more difficult and made it quite a gruesome task for them, but still, they managed to ensure that our family is able to survive and also ensure that me and my other siblings are receiving proper education. My parents, wanting all of us to have a secured future, agreed that staying in the Philippines will get us nowhere, so they decided that our family will immigrate to the United States. At first, I did not like the idea of moving to another place, especially to a place that I am not familiar with at all. Even though our life in the Philippines was not easy, everything was simple. I was comfortable living there. I am on very good terms with everyone in my neighborhood and at school. I thought it was the perfect place where my family and I will live happily ever after, but I guess I was the only one who was thinking that way. …show more content…

The unfamiliarity that I felt in this new environment made me feel frightened and discouraged. I even told myself that it was impossible for me to live and adapt successfully in this place. I wanted to go back, but unfortunately I cannot. These negative feelings continued to develop. When I first attended school here, I felt that I did not belong there. I did not know anyone. The students and the teachers were speaking a language that I am not quite familiar. I felt like an outsider that was trapped in a different world. It made me feel sad and depressed, but I tried to hide these feelings. What benefit would these feelings do anyways? They will just make me look pathetic and it is not like they are going

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