I came to the United States when I was 8 from Belgium, Germany. However, originally, I was born in Ethiopia. My dad worked for the Ethiopian Government as a diplomat in Europe. There was a communist overthrow of the government and most of his friends either got imprisoned or shot. So he decided to start over in a new country, which was here in America-the land of opportunity.
I could say that the only thing that’s hard by living here is to determine what aspects of your own culture you keep and cherish and what parts you don’t. For instance, kindness to everyone. For a long part of my life in America, I trusted and was kind to everyone. However, it wasn’t until later that I found out that not everyone deserved my kindness and trust. I was often taken advantage of by trying to emulate my own African Culture of being kind and trusting everyone. I’ve still brought the discipline, integrity, and hard work of my culture with me still. I’m still a kind and trusting person but I’m still more selective on who I can trust and be kind towards.
As an immigrant, I have been exposed to many cultures. As a result I’ve been given a broader insight as to how the world works as a whole. As opposed to the narrow minded view point that most non-immigrants have in this country.
I was really to young to remember most of what happened. I do miss the fact that I don’t have any childhood friends that I’m able to communicate with still or even remember. By moving I lost contact with all those I had known the first 8 years of my life.