My story starts from the minute I arrived at the San Francisco International airport. My family and I arrived sometime in the late afternoon, I had been to SFO multiple times but it was different this time, there was no going back. The colors looked different; everything had a smell a new but nostalgic smell. We use to come to America every year sometimes twice a year, so there was nothing new I exactly knew where to go which or which turn to take to get to the immigration officer faster than the others so I wouldn’t get stuck behind the 700 people who had just arrived with me. But this time, this time was different; I was not going to back home after 2-3 month, America was going to be the place I had to call home. I never thought it would be so bittersweet I had always wanted to move to America, I used to beg my parents to stay longer when we visited every summer, but this time I don’t know what I want. I had already missed my friends; I did not know what I was going to face. All I knew was that I am here for a better future. When my family and I got off the plane all of us were so quiet we did not want to talk, we were all thinking of the same thing what is going to happen next.