It was burdensome to admit that I was certainly moving to America, and not traveling there. I got off the airplane and walked into an airport with the spacious surroundings made me feel empty and lost. My brain shifts to the future, I realize what I definitely need to do from now on: learn English because I need it the most, try to get on with my second home, try to make international friends, catch up on the conversations, culture, and endeavor to be successful. Nevertheless, why is this too difficult? I keep moving forward and I've never felt like I can stop because time will fly by fast and I need to learn something new to improve myself since I'm in America and I’m an adult. The changeover brings difficulties to challenge me, causes me grow more mature and I accepted it. Although I know the situation will be tougher, there will be more tears, worries and times I’ll want to give up, I might stop to take a rest, but I assure I'm not going to renounce until I reach my destination. My ambition is to become a successful surgeon who wears caps, instead of capes, for the heroes. I take risks by challenging myself with AP and dual enrollment courses, pull me nearer to my career because I believe that the difficulty is the only path to level