Personal Narrative: From Immigration To America

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Next year will be twenty years since I immigrated here. I just graduated from high school. My first trip to my native country was about five or six years ago. I was perfectly aware of the fact that my return will be sweet and bitter at the same time. Nevertheless, this was so. Even I am still learning and adapting to the new country, but the same feelings I had during my trip to my native country. The sweet thing is that I'm back and returned to my own childhood. I was standing at number thirty-three on Belvederska Street, looked at the windows of the second and third floors and again saw as if I had wound the film of my own life for about ten years back, all of us, mother and father, my beloved dog, my little sister. I felt and lived …show more content…
The bitterness also was near... I can’t provide an example. But I felt myself that I do not belong to this society anymore. Don't understand me wrong, every body was nice to me, but I felt a big wall between us during our conversations, during our vision of the life. We were different. For example, In immigration, you quickly realize that real results come only from real actions. In order to have a decent and middle-class life, you must put everything to the maximum, and not wait when the government will help you. In Ukraine, as in other countries of the former USSR, people are still not used to the fact that everything in their life must be paid for. During my conversations with my classmates, I felt that they prefer not to strain too much and have a fear of any changes like a fire. For them It's hard to believe that they can live differently, but even harder to act, and to understand how and where to live. Not all of them think like them, but the big amount of people waiting for something and I don’t know what. They think that everything around is inferior, but in general, it is tolerable. Somehow people around are learning, working, having children, raising grandchildren and we will be