'My Journey to America\r'

'My journey to the States is one red-letter experience. I arrange this non because I was able to travel to the land of my dreams neverthe little if mainly because the journey had improved my mindset in life finished the numerous lessons and in cumuluss it had taught.\r\nMy country of origin is Kenya, located in Eastern Africa. Separating these two countries is the Pacific Ocean,   a large body of water that turn aroundmed to correspond the impossibility of my coming hither (Crofton, 1994, p. 434). exclusively fortunately, this huge obstacle was overcome, and now I am enjoying the fun and opportunities straitsed by a country that had only once been a dream. You bonnie can non imagine the excitement I had mat up when I l geted that I depart travel to the States.\r\nFor the majority of Africans, the States is a land of prospering opportunity, a dapple that one can wear out himself. It offers a r ar experience in advancement in technology, an essential instrument to a person’s 20th century learning. And above in exclusively, the States had more fun, exciting and historical familys to visit. Armed with some(prenominal)(prenominal) lofty thoughts in mind, going through the hassle of filing for travel document at the US Embassy meant nonhing to me.\r\nI   bade goodbye to Kenya last __________. My road was from Nairobi, Kenya to ______, USA. It would take approximately ______ hours to stint the US.  On the plane I tried to incorporate my excitement although flying above the full(a) Pacific Ocean was both excite and nerve-wracking. Looking down below from the window of the plane, I can moderate a wide expanse of blue water, stretch miles and miles beyond as if it would never end. Although the sight was beautiful to behold, I cannot wait to see land for by then I suddenly felt an awesome alarm of being in a place totall(a)y un whapn, as if I was mazed in the middle of nowhere. I agnise then that uprooting oneself from familiar places is not that easy, subsequently all.\r\nAs the plane made its focusing crosswise the earth,  my mind was alter with thoughts of what I will going to do in the States, the friends that I will meet, the places I will visit and the things that I will leave. The thoughts all came to me at once, both thrilling and bewitching me at the same time. Amidst  these thoughts, my mind  raced hindquarters to the place I near unexpended behind, the love ones that I will not see  for sometime and  the places that surprisingly I will miss, and then out of nowhere I felt nostalgic and if I was not strong  teeming weeping would have fallen from my eyes. It was painful to notion that for me to experience something new, I had to let go of something that I hold dear. But I am glad to think that someday I will be back.\r\nFinally, after(prenominal) some time I approached the place that for more than a century had skeletal all kinds of races and nationali ties to its shores resembling a magnet. I expected the enamor from above to be so much different from the lively view of the country and continent I precisely left behind. True enough it was personal manner, appearance different. Whereas the place I had just left was dominated by lumber and desert that was spotted with human dwellings and buildings, the view of America from the air was just dyspneic to me.\r\nA vast array of buildings continuously crowded themselves below, tall skyscrapers and the Statue of Liberty seemed to reach out to me in welcome. I could not believe that the famous   America was chasten in front of me!   I felt an awesome sense of self-fulfillment then, perhaps because America had this magical way of do a person think that in conclusion he had seen the real world.\r\nNaturally I could not wait to set my feet in the America soil.  For the first time in my life I was surrounded with battalion who see different from me. In the drome were white large number, brown skinned pile and dark ones resembling me. I was hypnotized with the presence of different nationalities that were use up public lecture to one an some other in a language I do not understand and hurrying past me to places divinity knows where. I realized later that I will often come across these different types of people in just any street in America.\r\nI wonder much about them, the places that they came from and the loved ones that they left behind in a country far away. I know that most of them come to America to earn more money, and I wonder if they finish that goal. Settling here for _________ (months or years) now, I can say with authority that foreigners here oftentimes experienced physical, emotional and mental suffering. Many of them argon homesick.  There is no place, after all, that man will be untouched by the negative experiences of life. much(prenominal) realization had developed in  me a deeper respect for people who   left their motherland to find jobs in other shores.\r\nFor the galore(postnominal) successful people who pass my way day-after-day, I can say that and so America is a land of golden opportunity, yet only for the people who manoeuver hard. In life no result where we are we just cannot expect a golden egg to fall on our lap. Here at that place are overly many poor people. I do not know wherefore they lived that way just one thing America taught me is that if you want something good to happen in your life then you must be willing to sacrifice, to let many sweat fall from your forehead.   A person should not wait for opportunity, he must weigh for it and when he found that opportunity he must grab it with both hands.\r\nThe discover of beautiful places to visit and exciting things to do in America is endless. There are many big parks ornament with beautiful flowers and housed different kinds of animals (many of these animals are primeval to my homeland like tigers a nd elephants).  When I look a these caged animals I cannot help only if compare them to their relatives back home who roamed  freely in the African wild. America is not a place of freedom for them scarcely on the contrary, America is a trap, a prison.\r\nI felt sad plainly these are the prices that need to be pay if people of America are to see a live African wildlife. Furthermore, America had many large shopping centers filled with all sorts of stuff. They are very inviting to touch, look and if I have the money, to buy. There are just many things to choose from, all of them beautiful. It is true that America has lots of things to offer especially for a Kenyan like me. Being surrounded by all these beautiful things make me look at life more positively.\r\nI do have negative experiences in America but I would cite only one that I know is experienced by most foreign people like me and it is the ugly face of racial disagreement. I know that racial favoritism is present whe n the people of other races I associate with treat me with distrust without reason. I know some of them did not rattling wanted the feeling to come but it involuntarily sprung up somewhere. Racial discrimination is a big problem here.  This just shows that great America, like any other country in the world, had its own issues to solve.\r\nObviously, in that location are many differences between America and my home country but there is one difference that I would like to share here. It seemed to me that the people who live in America are always in a hurry. It seemed that they have so many things to do but do not have the time to do it. That is why most Americans (including those who are not but lived here) are always in a perpetual state of stress.\r\nThey are busy chasing â€Å"something” so that they do not have the time â€Å"to smell the flowers”. This is so much unlike Kenya. There it seemed we have smoke of time to rest, to reflect. Perhaps because our lives are less complicated, our dreams are simpler. For most Kenyan families providing daily food on the table is a big accomplishment.\r\nMy journey to America is an pretend of a lifetime. I will never forget the many new  experiences that came along   and the lessons it had taught me. Indeed I can say that my journey to America had opened doors in my life that were once closed.\r\nReference\r\nCrofton, Ian (editor). (1994). The Guinness campaign Encyclopedia. London: Guinness Publishing Limited.\r\n'