How To Become An Immigrant

I started to run to the sea of gray ahead of me when I looked down and noticed it was becoming more of a challenge to run. My feet were sinking and dragging through the sand. It clumped up in between my toes and sent a shiver up my back for it was cool and damp. By the time I looked up it hit me. I know it well now but at the time it was a scent I couldn’t compare to anything I have ever smelled. I would’ve never imagined that something so beautiful could have such a putrid smell. The consistent sea breeze kept the salty, musty, fishy smell in my face and filtered down in my mouth giving me a sample of what was to come. At the same time, it was surprisingly refreshing and renewing. I slowly started gazing way out into the ocean and following …show more content…
“White caps” My friend said before my mom could respond. “It’s the foam from little waves crashing out in the middle of the ocean, you can tell the ocean is rough when you see those” My mom added. I had never been on such a long road trip before. The farthest I had been was right across the border into Tennessee. Once we descended from the mountains I looked ahead and saw what I called a baron wasteland. Never had I seen such a vast piece of flat land, for I only knew the comforting mountains of my home. I remember feeling vulnerable because the mountains gave me a sense of protection. Soon I couldn’t even look back and see them anymore. Everything looked the same; flat and straight and infinite, the interstate became straight, all the trees were in rows, all the towns looked the same, and looking out onto the baron wasteland it seemed all but ending. My eagerness grew as I watched the miles to the beach dwindle down on the GPS. Once we were close enough to see it, it was only minutes before the car came to a stop and I threw my shoes off and B-lined for the beach. What was I doing? I had never even been there before but I already knew what to

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