Every year, around a million people move to the US. When I was 20 years old, I decided to join them and left Saint Petersburg, Russia, where I was born. Packing my suitcase, I thought that it was so cool to find a reload button in the program of my life. I thought that immigration was nice and easy.I realized how seriously my life had changed standing in JFK airport in New York. In this article, I’m going to tell you what happened next and how it changed my life. cool stuff, cool stuff, cool stuff
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Flying over the ocean wasn’t as scary as being “on the other side.”
Even the shirt of my boyfriend that I’d put on on the airplane as a talisman didn’t help me to calm down. At the airport in New York it was hard for me to understand what the American flight attendants were saying. I felt panic-stricken and ran from one gate to another after every announcement I heard. I was afraid to be late for the next flight. cool stuff, cool stuff, cool stuff
My airplane on its way from Moscow to New York.
When I got inside the small American airplane, I felt even sicker. It was so tiny! Only 2 rows with 1 seat in each. I asked other passengers, “Is it OK? People actually fly on these planes?” People kept smiling reservedly and responded that it was fine and even operated regularly. No matter how many travel books I’d read and language courses I attended, nothing could prevent me from looking like a scared little girl.
My life began changing during my first hours in the new country. Even though I’ve studied English and watched a lot of American comedies, I felt like an alien from another planet.
When I moved into my new apartment, the feeling of anxiety peaked.
During my first night in the United States I had nightmares scarier than anything that Stephen King has ever written. There were zombies, axes, and all other kinds of scary stuff. It turned out that American houses were created to film horror movies: floors creaked after every single step, there were a lot of little closets that made me feel like some creepy creature would jump out of them.
In the beginning, I converted everything: prices, weight, time. My brain had to do a double job. 20 dollars — how much is that in rubles? If now it’s 9 in the evening, what time is it in Moscow? Oh, my God, my weight is 120 pounds, how much is that in kg? Did I gain that much in these 2 weeks in the US? 70° Fahrenheit — is it hot or cold? It took me a long time to memorize everything.
These neon-colored cakes from the local supermarket are my biggest stress reliever. Unfortunately, they don’t help me lose weight.
In the beginning, the language barrier prevents you from talking to people. It’s difficult to understand both locals and immigrants. It may put you into an awkward and funny situation. For example, at the movies, a person who knows English on an intermediate level will understand the jokes in the movie Ted. However, the same person will probably have trouble understanding the jokes of Ryan Reynolds in Deadpool. There’s that awkward moment when everyone around you is laughing and you just blink your eyes and smirk.