Leaving my contry

 

                                                               Leaving my country

Old San Juan

I left Puerto Rico when I was 18 years old. Moving here was a big step for me.  I knew I was going to  miss my homeland, but I knew I was changing my life for the better.

At first I was only coming to help out my aunt with her pregnancy and stay with them a short time after the birth. It was  supposed to be an extended vacation, at least that’s what I thought. As the days passed I contemplated if I should stay or go back to Puerto Rico. It was fun staying with my aunt and her husband but only for vacation. My plan was to stay for a little while, just to spend time with my aunt and my cousins, and see how life was here, until I had an idea of what to do with my life.

The time that I had spent here with them at first was great, because we used to go to many places. One of the places they took me was a museum called 'Madame' in New York. We had an amazing time together in that place looking at the statues.

Then, one day I received a call from my mother and she told me she wanted to move to Connecticut. I realized I didn’t want to move to such a place, but I had no choice. The idea of not going back to Puerto Rico made me angry because I wasn't going to see my family and friends for a very long time. I realized that my life in Puerto Rico was so much fun.

 What I miss about Puerto Rico is the idea of being in a tropical country. There are many different things you can do anytime of the year, such as going to the beach, park, clubs, hotels, or  just hangout with friends. I miss my friends who I grew up with; we were like family and we used to do everything together. We could take trips any day of the week to Old San Juan and enjoy the night life, tourist and locals enjoying the historic site of this beautiful city, and no matter how many times we went there, we always learned something new about it. Actually we could do just about anything everyday it didn’t matter, we would go to the beach right after class, we could go to the local “Pub” and play pool, go to the mall, the movies or just go to each other’s house and just hangout.

There were the seasonal street festivals that happened throughout the year, with live music, food, and lots of fun. They were simple things but fun and exciting with good friends. And here I have none of those things. I don’t have the good friend that I can trust like family, I don’t have as many things to do, especially during the weekends. And I’m not sure if I can ever get used to things here. I ask myself if this was a good idea, leaving everything I knew and enjoyed and starting fresh.

I feel lost and alone most of the time and it makes me sad. In Puerto Rico I never felt this way. Puerto Rico may be a small island but there are a lot of things to do, a lot to stay happy!! 

I think leaving my country was the hardest think I had to do. Now I've been her for a year and three months and I still can't  get used to this country.