Personal Narrative: Welcome To America

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It was the spring of 2012 when my plane landed on JFK Airport in New York, USA. The chilly breeze of April whispered “Welcome to America” into my ears. The moment that I felt my feet were not touching the ground of the Philippines anymore, made me think of what’s ahead of me: Will things be a lot better transitioning from my country to another? Am I going to be able to fit in? Where do i see myself here 5 years from now? Thousands of questions were circling my mind while looking out the car’s window next to me, taking in all the new scenery . As an alien migrating from one country to another means going back to the rock bottom. It was definitely the hardest thing that ever happened to me. My life back in my country was way better than the