Narrative Essay about My First Day in America

I remember my first day in America just like it happened yesterday! I moved to America from France when I was 10 years old. I tried to be really open minded but when I started my exploration, I was getting ambiguous, on one hand I was really excited and optimistic about going to America and living the American dream. I saw a lot of movies and wanted to be part of the great American civilization. But on the other hand I was feeling sad and heartbroken about leaving my friends,half of my family and the place I was born and spent half of my childhood.

I remember the day before my flight to Atlanta I spent the entire day with my friends shopping and playing games.I'm not very good at showing feelings but that day I took 30 minutes to tell them how much I'll miss them.The day of my flight I didn't say goodbye in person instead I send them a message saying how bad I'll miss them and hope we see each other very soon. I remember how I was sad during the 9 hours flight, but when the pilot announced that we were about to reach Atlanta in 30 minutes my hands got sweaty, my legs started moving and opened my window shade. When I glanced through the window and saw Atlanta for the first time, cars on the highway looked like ants marching in one line. I took my phone out and recorded so I can share those videos and photos with my friends and family from France.When the plane finally reached the gate I sat down and watch people gather their belongings and get off slowly from the plane I took my time to get off the plane, my hands were sweating as I walked toward the security because I did not understand english.

Although, my mom and I made it safe and sound on the American ground,our luggages did not and I remembered my mom paying £4.50 which is equivalent to $5 in the US for a luggage trolley to push our numerous luggages with ease to our ride but all we could push was my backpack and her handbag. We waited for almost 2 hours near the airport carousel,holding on that 5 dollar trolley and since we did not see any of our check-in luggages we ended up filing a claim and as a remuneration we received a toothbrush, toothpaste and 2 pairs of socks. I only had two questions in my head: will I ever see my jordans again ? And what if someone steals my bags? But the lady calms us down by saying yall belongings should be delivered to you in 24 to 48 hours and the plane company will give y'all a full refund for any damage or missing items. With that unpromising affirmation we went home exhausted and starving like we haven't eaten for a year. As soon as I got home I sat down and thought to myself There goes my first day in America. Never thought it would be so unbearable.

It was almost night so we ate dinner that my aunt made and when I tasted the meal she made for us I totally forgot about that awful day. That food was enchanting in a way that it takes you to a magic place. I always enjoyed my mom's cooking, it always makes me forget all my sorrows. Eating dinner with my family has always been one of my favorite things to do when I'm low, sharing those special times with them gets me back on track.After eating, I went to my room trying to get some rest, but I couldn't sleep because of the time shift. So, I took my phone and went on youtube to try to catch up on the American style so I can blend in the crowd and look normal when we go out. But I realised I don't have any clothes to wear because my bags were stuck somewhere else,but I went to sleep later on without even realizing it.

Next day, I woke up, showered and had breakfast like we usually do in France but it was actually different from what I imagined.I was surprised to see no one walking. It felt like a different world,the streets were empty,and very quiet like a desert it seemed  no one even lives here. In France, there's usually at least 100 people walking down the street at all times. You would usually see kids walking around and couples holding hands,kissing and laughing.After a short walk, I luckily found the neighborhood playground which was a little far from the house, even though I'm an introvert person I was happy and excited to see civilization, some kids playing around, parents talking,and some teenagers playing basketball.

Then I saw a guy standing with his pants almost half way down, I thought “ He should not have his pants falling down and I should tell him to pull his pants up before someone calls the cops on him for being around kids with his pants down like that”. I sat down for 10 minutes and went back home as soon that I entered the door my mom asked “How was the walked” and i replied “ It was alright until I saw this pervert at the park with his pants down next to kids and no one said anything” she laugh and said “ hahaha, that's normal for people here to dress this way! He wore it that way on purpose!” I thought that was weird because in France people can call the police on you for walking around with your pants down or some other doing something vulgar in public.

Later on we received a call from a French speaking lady from the airport saying they were unable to find our luggages and we were gonna receive 3,000$ each for losing our luggages.I was really mad because we never received the money till now,my mom ended up filing claims after claims and i also had an appointment at Ferguson Elementary School to enroll me as a new student.So we went to Walmart later on to because i really need some essential to survives my first day of school, I didn't want to give a bad first impression I wanted people to look at me like i always been living in the united states.It was my first day going for a ride through Duluth, I looked out the window and still wonder why the street were still desert I barely saw people walking all I saw was cars driving and a bunch of fast food everywheres.