It was a rainy morning, not the one that I always experience in Bangalore, India. Its the weather I have first seen through the windows of an airplane when I made a touchdown in Washington Dulles International Airport, Washington D.C.Silence.Then a thunderous sound rattles every part of the plane. It gets louder.
I set my first foot in the United States. This was supposed to be a dream, seemingly unforgettable. Yet here I am. Looking back at what I left behind, I wondered whether I should be happy because I came here to live a new life in my dream place or to cry because I’ll be missing my friends, family and the indian livelihood.
Since my childhood, I have grown up with friends all around me. From kindergarten till graduating 10th grade I lived in the same apartment and went to the same school. As a young kid I made friends instantly at school and home.
We do things all together, stay together, and live together. All my friends in India are more than just friends to me. My friends from bangalore often stay in touch with me everyday and keep me updated on everything happening there, that makes me feel nostalgic. This proves that distance doesnt matter for friendship when the roots are strong enough.
The first few days when we have finally shifted here I didn’t think about anything except the presence of nature and U.S life. Days have passed very soon, and finally the time has come for the first day of school at Eagle Ridge Academy.
I came back home after school, and while sitting on the sofa I just recalled the last ten hours of my day. Everything was way different than how I thought school in the U.S would be like. All the students are very independent, they wont interact with each other often, and kind of stay in their own personal space. And the main problem was, I have not watched a single american TV show. In my classes everyday, I was the odd one out of all who had no friends. For the first time this made me feel isolated and I have gone through depression for a few days because I felt that I wouldn’t need to face this situation if i was in India. Later, I myself started approaching students who were of the same grade level and sat with them at lunch everyday. I became a hungry learner to know about the people around me and their american acsent. This gave me confidence to contribute more in class discussions verbally and I soon caught recognition in class by teachers by which my friends became more willinging to talk with me. That was the day when I actually got to know the value of friendship as I got to know how hard is it to make friends.
It made me feel isolated for the first time, and I went through depression for a few days because I felt like I wouldn’t. I need to face this situation if I have been to India. Later, I myself began to approach the students of the same class and sat with them at lunch every day. I became a hungry student to learn about the people around me and their American consent. This gave me confidence that I could participate more verbally in class discussions, and soon I received recognition in the class from the teachers, thanks to which my friends became more willing to talk to me. This was the day I really realized the value of friendship as I learned how difficult it is to make friends.
In a year of trasitional journey, I have really not lost anything, but rather gained a lot many. I learned to be personally responsible and more expressive which is an essential trait that everyone should have in their future. Moreover, I have become adaptable and can shape myself according to how I wanted to be. Friendship is like a seed. Once we water it, we can find many roots from that single seed
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