Years ago, my family and I went to Maryland and lived there for a year or so. I'm positive that I spent some of the happiest times of my life there. Experiencing a completely new culture at a completely new, faraway place made me so excited and nervous at the same time. To think about it now, I would've never been able to make myself at home if it hadn't been for a friend of mine.
His name was Scott. He lived just across the street and was at my age. We had quite a few common grounds and somehow became friends. We hung out a lot, and it was pretty fun, too. Back then, I was new to everything, so I don't think I had much confidence in myself. I was worried about going to a new school, and the thing that bothered me the most was making new friends. Thoughts like 'what if my classmates don't like me?' constantly popped up in my head. But after I became friends with Scott, I learned that actually, there was nothing to worry about. The only difference in making friends there was the language spoken. So, I gradually made new friends and began to adjust myself there, and I loved that one year I spent in the U.S..
After I moved back to Korea, I've never really had a chance to contact my friends. I really do miss them, and I really miss my school, Waterloo Elementary. I just miss every part of that year. That one year has become the memory I cherish, and this memory makes up a crucial part of who I am. I remember everything I've experienced there, even the minor details. I hope that someday, I get to visit where my family lived back then, and I hope that somehow, just magically, I get in contact with my friends there.
Comments
Post a Comment