Migration ♥

It was the end of 5^th grade, the end of my life. A few more weeks until my mommy dropped my daddy and me off at Baltimore Washington International Airport. My dad’s lifelong dream was to go back to his home country and teach.  The movement consisted for me was push factor, but for my dad it was pull factor. I remembered it was August 7^th, 2008 the day I migrated to Vietnam. Moving to Vietnam is an example of an external migration.  My daddy always taught me to follow my dreams no matter what comes in my way. For the past ten years of my life, my dad helped me follow my dreams, and goals. He helped me believe in myself when I couldn’t. It was my turn to help my dad; it was one of my goals to make my dad happy, and to believe in him when he gave up.

                I went to Saigon South International School, the classes were different. Dance class wasn’t a regular middle school class. Some teachers were from England and Australia. They’re accent was hard to understand because I have an American accent. Overall the differences, I learnt a lot of useful things in Vietnam. I respected people who were less unfortunate than me. I learnt that money don’t grow on trees. After one year at SSIS I transferred to American International School. A place where true friends are made and dreams come true.  In Silver Spring, Maryland my neighborhood at night was very peaceful, but in Vietnam every night I hear people yelling and singing from a distance. Every weekend my family would have family get together at local parks; it was peaceful and contains lots fresh air. Vietnam has very dirty air, and their parks smell like pee. But if I didn’t move to Vietnam I would be spending money like crazy, and I wouldn’t take care of all my luxuries, such as laptop, phone, and iPod. 




Made With Lots of Love,
Kristine Nguyen ♥