Coming to US

One of the transitions that I have experienced in the past is coming to America, early in the morning of August 1991, I left my mother and the house where I’d grown up. My mother helped me carried heavy suitcases to the bus station. “Have you gotten everything what you need?’, my mother asked. About a quarter of mile on the way to the bus station, my mother began talking about missing me in sad voice. “When you arrive in the US, remember to write me letter,” My mother said. “Yes, I’ll send letters and picture too.” I replied.

My Mom I rode the bus together to Saigon City. We stayed at my relative’s house for a night. We were very tired from sitting in the crowed bus while moved shakingly on the unprepared road.

The next morning, my mother and I took a taxi to the airport. I had my ticket and waited for them to call me. This movement was so important to me. I couldn’t say anything to my mom for I was afraid that she wouldn’t let me go. Either she would cry or I would. Tears blinded her eyes. She held my hands with her shaking hands and pleased with a suffering voice, “Take care of yourself and be good.” I was almost in tears, so I could hardly speak. Suddenly, I called to the departure gate. I passed the suitcase to my right ha

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Now I began a new journey adjusting to life in the US. Later that afternoon, a bus came and took me to immigrants camp about one hundred miles away. Until I took a big bite and realized that I was eating butter. They had come to the camp earlier and just wanted to help me in a funny way. I have never seen this kind of butter before and I thought it was coffee candy. “New beginning are accessible to everyone, and everyone has trouble with them. Bridges states, “What we call the beginning is often the end, and to make an end is to make a beginning.

I slept and woke up several times. At that time I felt that he was a stranger. Bridges said, “Genuine begins depend upon this kind of inner realignment rather then on external shifts, for when we are aligned with deep longings. I had never been in the airplane before, so everything was strange and frightening. However, he walked toward me and held me in his happy arms with all the love he missed for ten years. This was not like the first two hours flight from Vietnam to Thailand when I spoke Vietnamese and ate Vietnamese food.

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