# 1 In-Class Timed Writing
June 22, 2011
Memory of leaving my motherland Haiti
For some reason or another, people have to leave their own country to live in another one. Even if it might be a planned decision; this adventure sometimes brings joy, happiness, or sadness and sorrow. For many people the United States are the dream land, the country of opportunities. Fortunately that is the country I have to leave my homeland for. On the day I had to leave Port-au-Prince, Haiti in 1985, I was very nervous and emotional. After packaging all the bags the night before my father took my brother and me to the airport to catch the airplane to New York City. I felt so terrified because that was my first time I had to ride an airplane. It was a long wait and crowded at the airport. I was not sure of the airline process but I felt secure in my father side. As the plane was taking off I was frightened. I felt better for some time but the turbulence always startles me. We had been served lunch in the airplane but I was too anxious to eat. I was wondering when we are going to be there. When we arrived at the Kennedy airport, New York, which was so different and strange I was amazed by the lighting of the City. My Aunt was there to pick us up at the airport. My cousins were so happy to see us for the first time. As we all sat down my Aunt had diner ready for us. As we were eating we were discussing our new journey to America. In conclusion my trip to New York was very long but enjoyable. I met family members that I had never knew before. They were excited and happy to see me. Even though I think of my homeland sometimes I have to admit that I come to a new country that I love. I would not trade my trip for anything in the world.