Moving Story

My life changed as I moved countries..

“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.” As said by Steve Jobs, do what you can today and do not fear the coming.

Why not conquer something you can now instead of waiting on it for the future? This is the story of my life. I traveled from a country all the way from the eastern part of the world- India. As an 18 year old girl with high aspirations and the desire to become a pilot, I left my family behind to study abroad and fulfill my childhood dream. Young, ambitious, hardworking, innocent girl; she aspired to become a pilot.

My whole life I have lived in India and I first moved to United States two years back. The reason why I took a big step of leaving my home country was to get my college degree in a field that best described me. Ever since I was a little girl, I always fascinated about airplanes. Coming from a decent middle class family limited my options of choosing the best schools for aviation in United States, but gladly, I got accepted into one of the greatest aviation programs. Since I have always lived with my parents, moving to a different country was more like a challenge to me. Being exposed to a different culture came with the shock of unfamiliarity.

Different people, language, food and other factors made me feel like I was away from my people, my home. However, after overcoming this hurdle, I felt more at ease and welcome in the land of freedom. These two years of college have been an eye opener to me. I have managed to keep up with my studies, make earnings by working on campus for the little expenditures, and fly usually three times a week to get my flight hours. Life of an international student is not that easy, especially when you don’t know a single soul in the domicile. I have unquestionably learned to live independently.

India is a land of festivals and colors. Not to forget the huge- 1.2 billion population of the country. Phew! New Delhi, the capital territory of India, where I belong from is a busy city indeed. With about 250,000 people, New Delhi is considered the heart of the country. See, the thing about Delhi is you can find people from all parts of the country. People from all corners of India can be found here. With variety of types of Indian food and ample amount of festivities, people are always jolly. Also, a fun fact- not everyone is of the same status. What I mean by this is there are caste systems in India still persisting.

I belong from a middle class family, but there are people belonging from low or upper class. I am love with my home town and why wouldn’t I be, it is the place I was born in! I grew up with all my family, friends and all dear ones, did my schooling at home then as soon as I turned 18, I packed my bags to come study here, in Florida.

I remember the flight to Jacksonville, Fl. Let me tell you, it wasn’t that fun. My first ever plane ride- alone, didn’t quite help. I was all lost and I missed my parents so much. I missed my dog- Muffin. I missed my mom’s home cooked meals, that peculiar smell of my house, the big tree I watched grow, as I grew up. I missed everything about home. It didn’t feel real when I thought about my country being 1000 miles away. It seemed like a joke. But things got better. My host family was kind enough to receive me from the airport.

They made sure they dropped me at the dorms on campus, safely. They also help me move in my stuff as I had tons of luggage. I had plenty of clothes to unpack and room décor items all over my room. The first week of school was the hardest for me. With so much to do, setting up my room was by far the toughest thing to do. After a few weeks, I finally managed to settle down and I started making friends. I started interacting with more people, joined International student Association of my school, got used to the American food, and guess what? I was in love with AMERICA. American culture and people enticed me. I have been living in Florida for about two and a half years now and I love this place to death. Big roads, loads of places to shop and eat from, humble and kind people and my school- I am simply obsessed.

Honestly, I have loved American culture more than mine. I love the American spirit. Here, people do whatever they want, say whatever they want, and fight for what they want. This place has never failed to surprise me in more than different ways. I am beyond in love with the place. It is so clean and pretty. Greenery around, makes me happy.

Moving from a country I have lived all my life in, to a one I just moved in to shouldn’t be making me happy. But by chance, I chose to love this country more than mine. Fortuitously, moving process from my home country to America was tough at start but eased out for me as I survived to live each day and strived to learn new things every day. I am more than blessed to be living here and pursuing my college studies. I am grateful for this country to accept me and provide me with such great facilities.

No way I am ever planning to leave this beautiful place. This is my new home, my new life. My all-time tip to the college students moving places would be- stay strong! There are times when all you see is bad happening to you, but soon you will see a light through the tunnel. There will be a time when you will be proud of your hard work and achievements, so stay strong and motivate!

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