It had been a few weeks ever since I moved to Miami. It was not an easy move, it was not a ‘let’s move to another town’ type of change, but an ‘our country is not safe anymore’ type. As my home country, Venezuela started developing serious issues, socially, economically and politically, my family and I decided to make a huge change in our lives by starting from scratch in the United States. It was not an easy decision to make as we had already settled our entire lives there, but the safety and comfort we would be receiving was not interchangeable. As the plane took off, I felt tense with a knot in my throat, as I was leaving a country that watched me grow, a country that was the home of the people I loved, and my home. My departure broke my heart into pieces and it took some time to replace those pieces again. As I looked at the plane’s windows, I imagined the faces of those I would miss, but would be seeing them again soon. It was not my first time in the United States, but in this opportunity the rules had changed, and it was not like before. As the time passed, rough days came for my entire family. We had to find a place to live, a school where to study, and jobs for my parents. At the beginning, we struggled economically;…show more content… As I walked through those cafeteria’s doors, all I could observe were kids greeting each other after a great summer, but all I could hear was gibberish coming out of their mouths, as I didn’t fully understand what they were speaking. My dad stayed with me until they found my schedule, and when I discovered my homeroom class, I had to go. As the bell rang, I wasn’t ready to go to class, I wasn’t ready to meet new people, I wasn’t ready for so much, but I had to go. I wanted to go through the front doors of the school and never come back, but these things happen all the time and I had to confront my
