Wild Ride Essay

Submitted By iPerryvato
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I had multiples scenarios in my head of what it was going to be moving here from
Peru but it never crossed my mind it was going to turn the way it did. My dad called me to let me know he bought me a two-­way ticket, if I didn’t like it i could just go back but i would be wasting probably the best opportunity I was going to have in my life;; I had just 3 weeks before it was my time to leave, leave my family, my friends, my country, my life. I was really scared. I’ve been living here for the past year and a half and it’s been quite a ride, i would say the first 6 months were definitely the craziest ones for me in an emotional level.
Although it’s been hard, thanks to that I’ve grown as a person and learned so much, I’m a better version of myself now.
The first few days I was really excited, looking forward to all the things that i had to do like look for colleges, get a job, find fun things to do, meet new people, etc. All that went away really fast, i mean, i still tried to do all those things but i wasn’t feeling excited about anything anymore.
I cried myself to sleep every day for at least one month after the first week of being here. I wouldn't get out of room for long periods of time, it was just me doing nothing. I just wasn’t in the mood to be around people. I was sad and depressed and I didn’t want to tell anyone about it, I didn’t want anyone to feel bad for me or think i wasn’t going to last long here, i didn’t want them to think i was weak. My mom would ask me every day when we were talking on the phone: “How are you? Is everything okay?” “Yes mom, everything is good!” I couldn’t just tell her it wasn’t okay, I didn’t want her to worry about me for something
I thought it was stupid.
“How are you? Is everything okay?” she asked me again one day. After a few seconds I started sobbing, I couldn’t do it anymore, I just couldn’t hide how I was feeling for longer. She cried with me.
“I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know, I just miss you guys so much. I feel like empty”
Most of my friends stopped talking to me after a while, I don’t know if it was because they forgot about me, or because they were busy and had stuff to do, maybe it was because they never really cared. I don’t really know. From all that people who told me that i