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Chapter 1 – Arrival in the Big Apple
Prom's Journey: Chapter 1 – Arrival in the Big Apple
It was the middle of Spring 2014. I found myself heading towards the other side of the globe. Together with me were my dad, my mom and my sister. It seemed as though we were going on a vacation; only that we weren’t.
It was nice to see smiling faces since we were stuck in the plane for over 14 hours, when we arrived at John F. Kennedy International Airport. We then headed to our hotel. We arrived there tired, not so much from the long flight, but rather from the busy traffic in New York City. It took us roughly two hours to arrive at the hotel, where we immediately fell into bed.
I woke up the next morning, slowing digesting the fact that I had arrived in New York City and a country where I would live my life over the next twelve months. As it was my first time in the US, I was excited to visit many places in the city. Our family went to the Empire State Building, Central Park, the Statue of Liberty and many other attractions on the city. It was a rainy day but the company of my family made me feel warm and safe.
We spent a few days in New York before continuing our journey by bus.
After a long ride on the bus and a couple naps, I woke up to the city where my parents felt the warm feeling of the past. That city was Boston. For me, Boston was new and exciting, but for my parents this was the place that they had gone to study and started our little family before they went back to Thailand. No question needed be asked; they knew a lot about Boston. This made me feel safe and secure. We arrived at our apartment, and that night I saw the smiles from my mom and dad that were filled with happiness and nostalgia.
The four days in Boston were awesome. I had lobster – when you go to Boston you MUST try lobster – visited the Boston Common, the John F. Kennedy library, and many universities. Oddly enough, my first meal in Boston was Thai food. With one taste, I started to realize how much I missed home.
On our last day in Boston, we went for a walk along Charles River and said "Good-bye" to Boston. We then hit the road again, heading to Ohio to visit my Dad’s friends at Cleveland. No offence to those who live in Cleveland, but there was nothing at all in that city except abandoned towers and factories. It was a good thing that my family was not afraid to hit the road again for other places that were more fun, such as Niagara Falls and Amish Country.
All this time in the States, I was really happy, but the happiness did not last forever. I learnt that lesson for the first time when I needed to say goodbye to my sister at the airport because she had to go back to Thailand for the start of her college.
It was then when I realised that everything was about to change as we crossed Savannah River into the state of Georgia