Instructor: Jennifer Colburn
14 February 2013
From Puerto Rico to America
In less than twenty four hours, a new page of my life had unfolded. Throughout my childhood, I had moved several times; however, none of those moves affected me the way that this one did. In addition, little did I know that leaving my homeland, the beautiful Island of Puerto Rico, to come to America would change my life so drastically. I was young and anxious not knowing what (I felt like) was waiting for me on the other side of the world. I knew that this dramatic turn of events would either serve to be enlightening or catastrophic moment for me.
While growing up with my grandparents in Puerto Rico, I was accustomed to picking coffee beans, chasing chickens, milking cows, and riding horses on a daily basis. Moreover, every morning I would wake up, eat breakfast, feed the chickens, and then get ready for school. After school, I would do my homework, and then go help grandpa pick up coffee beans so he can sell them, because that is how my grandparents made a living. Later on, we would eat dinner, and I would go horse-back riding in the mountain trails and play until sundown. Then one day my life completely changed when my mother informed me of her decision to soon move to America. I received the news with mixed emotions. In one hand, I was sad to leave, on the other; the thought of living in a totally new country was fascinating. Nonetheless, I underestimated how much this move would impact my life from that day forward.
The day soon came when it was time to leave and abandon my friends, pets, and family. Saying goodbye to those I held dear in my heart was the hardest thing I ever had to do. We arrived to the airport, and what seemed like moments later, touched down on America. After un-boarding the plane, we picked our luggage, and then met with one of my distant uncles. Cold weather was unfamiliar to us; fortunately my uncle brought with him some...