Personal Narrative - My First Trip to America

I remember the day I left Homura's hometown when I first went to the United States about 2 years ago when I arrived in the United States. I remember visiting relatives living in San Pedro Sula the day before leaving. Apart from my grandmother Isabel, they are very glad to see me. She looked sad; when I talked to her she tried to smile all the time, but when I left, my heart left the next morning, I learned that she was deep inside .

My travel to the USA - a personal story In July 2001 three years ago I got the opportunity to visit the United States. I was very excited when I mistakenly heard my mother talking to my friend's father; Tom's father called me to join the Tom's family vacation to America . I could not sleep that night. The next morning, my mother conveyed good news to me. I go to Florida and find a girl. That bracelet is always my baby, and it reminds me that she gave me a lot of mine. It has had a permanent impact on me. Whenever I saw it, her brilliant memories and a wonderful journey of Santo Domingo appeared in my head. When these beads together form a love bracelet, a simple bunch of beads can be one of the most precious gifts you will receive.

So, I just graduated from my MA (yay), this first blog will be pretty personal. Yes, yes, I know that this is an article "I did it at my job"; as we all returned, we will write articles at school in the first week of each autumn I asked. This article will also be subjective, and some of my other articles will not, so if this does not float your boat then then you will probably fly to the next one! But I think I should support it a little I arrived in San Francisco from D.C. the previous afternoon. This cross country flight is long and difficult, and obviously lacks decent food. So by the morning of Friday, jet lag caught me, I felt my body seems a bit broken; I told SF friend that I wanted to go to Tartine.