I was moving to Seattle to meet my parents. We only stayed for total a few months since they moved to Seattle in 1992. Although I was excited, I felt a deep sadness at leaving the place I had grown to call home. Even with my parents and my sister waiting to welcome me, my heart seemed empty. My mind buzzed with thoughts of leaving all of my friends and my bustling hometown. I couldn't imagine what would be happened on me in a society of different language and culture.

I was still chaotically thinking about my past and my future when the plane landed at Seattle International Airport. Looking out of the window, watching the sky, it wasn't like the moment at 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon (the arrival time on the ticket is 4:00pm). I started to be anxious due to my limited E

Walking through the hallway, I dropped into a Mexican restaurant named "Taco", which served my favorite food. I decided to have my lunch there.

nglish. I looked at the lady sitting next to me, pointing to my wrist, opening my rigid mouth and said,

I followed the stream of people who were getting off the flight, just thinking how I could get hold of my parents. Walking aimlessly, I saw different races of people passing by me with large and small luggage. At that time, I realized I needed to claim my luggage. But how could I get to the claim counter because I couldn't even make sense of all the signposts. Watching the different kinds of strangers, I didn't even know how I could utter my question since my throat seemed sore and vocal cords seemed in trouble as well. English was really hard for me to pronounce. While hesitating, I caught a glimpse of an old man with a small suitcase whom I had encountered in the flight. I caught up with him right away with my sixth sense. How lucky I was! I finally found the claim counter by following him.

I couldn't believe what I heard. I had really arrived in Seattle 4 hours early. I didn't think my parents would be at the airport much early.

After this experience, I felt I was entering a new world filled with warmth, love and smiles. The first day that I got to Seattle, I was impressed deeply by the kindness of the people here; meanwhile, I also knew lots of difficulties were waiting for me in my new life since I was in a country where the people speak a different language. While holding the handcart and enjoying the happiness that I just cleared the obstacle, I heard some sound coming from my sto

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