A few months ago, I found out my mom and I were moving to a new country.

I was really confused about why we were moving, so I asked her.

"¿Porque nos vamos a mudar, mamá?" I asked.

"Para tener una vida mejor, cariño" she answered.

“Tenemos que empacar,” said mom while I saw her putting all her stuff in the suitcase.

At that moment, I felt a weird sensation that I had never felt before.

The knowing that I was leaving everything behind

to start a new life gave me mixed feelings.

For two days, I was saying goodbye to all my friends around the neighborhood.

“¿Vas a regresar, Ginassy?” Lorenzo asked.

“No lo se, Lorenzo, no te puedo contestar esa pregunta en este momento.” I replied.

“Pero Ginassy...” Lorenzo whispered while touching my shoulder,

“¿Pero que, Lorenzo?” I interrupted him.

“No te puedes olvidar de nosotros Ginassy.” he continued.

“Lorenzo, it depends on my mom when I’m coming back. And how can you say something like that, Lorenzo! I will never forget about you or any of my good friends.

"I’ll keep you guys in my heart and my mind all the freaking time,” while putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Me tengo que ir, Lorenzo. Tengo que decirle adios a Mayra.” I continued.

“Okay, está bien, Ginassy. Te voy a extrañar mucho,” he said.

“Yo tambien te voy a extrañar, Lorenzo,”

“It was more than an honor to have you as a friend, Lorenzo. And when I think that I’m going to be in a new place that I don’t know, it’s hard for me because I wish you and Mayra could go with me.” I continued with tears in my eyes.

I went to Mayra’s house and she wasn’t home at the time. I felt so bad that I knew I was going to leave without seeing Mayra.

Mayra and Lorenzo were my best friends and we spent most of the time together, so not being able to say goodbye to her broke my heart.

At the airport, I started to cry. I was feeling nostalgic for what I was leaving behind in my old life to start a new one.

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“Mom,” I screamed with a surprised face, “Mira el avión, ¡es enorme!”

“Sí, Ginassy. Habla suave, cariño,” she said.

“Sí,  es bien grande. Y vamos, tenemos que llegar al avión.”

While boarding the airplane, I was more than sure that my life was about to change. The first change would the language, and then the culture, the weather, the people and much more.

But Mom told me not to worry because everything was going to be okay.

I remember I was watching TV on the plane in Spanish, but when we got closer to USA, it changed to English. I didn’t understand a word, nothing!

When mom and I got off the plane, we didn’t know what direction to take because everything was in English. So we got lost at the JFK Airport.

Someone saw us trying to figure out where we were going and that sweet person tried to help us. I remember that person said something to us, but we didn’t understand anything.

“Usted habla Español, señora?” mom asked.

“No, I don’t, sorry. But the exit is all the way to the right. Just follow the signs.” she replied.

“Muchas gracias, muy amable,” Mom said.

We got to our home and the following week I was ready to start school.

The first day of school I was really nervous because I didn’t know anybody and I didn’t speak English.

But my first day wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. When I went to ESL class, I met my teacher, Mrs. Johansson, and in that class I also met some people who I could call my friends.

“Good morning, class,” said Mrs. Johansson with a bright smile “We have a new student and her name is Ginassy” she continued.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Can you introduce yourself to the class and tell us where you’re from, how old are you, and what language you speak?” asked Mrs Johansson.

I was quiet for a moment. I didn’t know how to answer the questions Mrs. Johansson had asked me.

I was really nervous, my hands were sweating, and at that moment, I felt like I was going to die.