Welcome back to my third blog! In this blog, I will write a narrative about my life-moment of intense emotion based on one object. Before writing, I read “My Name Is Margaret” written by Maya Angelou because it is a good example of narration and description.
When I gaze at a thin airplane ticket to Philadelphia, it reminds me of the great hope for the future. This is because from that day on, I moved to the United States and started to live in stranger’s house of a new town. It was big change in my life. In the summer last year, I came to the United States with my big blue roller bag, heavy black backpack, and the plane ticket. In fact, I had never been abroad before, so it was my first time to go overseas. Until I arrived at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, I was very excited because most flight attendants and passengers were Japanese, so I did not feel like I was going to the United States. Also, I enjoyed in-flight service such as meals and movies. One morning, I ordered Bloody Marry which did not contain alcohol. This is because I though it was a kind of berry juice, but I was wrong. The taste was mainly tomato and pepper. I had never tried the combination, so it was like a nightmare for me. Moreover, during the flight, I watched “Lady Bird” and cried a little because my situation was very similar to the main character’s one. For example, she left her hometown and moved to East Coast in order to enter a college. After I got off the plane, I noticed the difference of smell although I cannot explain how it was different from Japan's one. At that time, I thought that I came to the United States at last. However, I gradually became uneasy as I close to the domestic terminal. This is because the number of Asian people was obviously decreasing. Also, I had never been in such environment that I could not hear anything except English, so my brain was very confused. After I arrived at a boarding gate of the next plane to Philadelphia, I remembered to buy new USB cable for my phone. Fortunately, I had enough time to look around the terminal, so I decided to go shopping for it. At that time, I did not know the value of the dollar yet. Also, I was not sure whether my English made sense to people. Therefore, I was very nervous and had a dry mouth, but I found courage to speak to a clerk somehow. In the store, there were only one clerk and me, so she tried to listen to me kindly, and I was able to buy the USB cable. Although my hand was shaking a little bit while I paid money, I gained huge confidence.
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Abby Warholic
9/17/2019 05:27:52 am
Yuki, I can see your nervousness when you talk about speaking English with someone in America for the first time. Your text made me laugh when you talked about the Bloody Mary. I think they're gross too.
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abou
9/17/2019 05:37:48 am
Interesting story ! very explicit , as a newcomer to a foreigner country is very usual to feel that people may not understand you accent
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