“If there is no struggle, there is no progress,” this quote by Frederick Douglass embraces the concept that behind every accomplishment, there are challenging tasks. As I thought about moving to America, my mother hugged me to welcome this new idea and to lighten up. Not only was moving to The United States unheard of in Chiang Rai, Thailand, but also it was financially impossible to do so. I thought more of the challenges I will face in America, from making new friends to adjusting to my new surroundings. Unexpectedly, I realize that I was thinking too far into the future, because my first challenge arrived when I ...view middle of the document...
First, I started to feel dizzy, my feet were wobbling, and I was shivering from the air conditioning blowing on my sweat drenched t-shirt. Second, the dizziness turned into a massive headache, my head felt like it was going to explode from being squish together by two gigantic hands. Third, my empty stomach was begging for food, it made weird and unusual noises that sounded like a loud growl from a monster. After grabbing a metal cart for our luggage that was shaped like the letter L, my mother and I stepped inside an elevator. Pushing the metal cart inside the elevator, I noticed how cold the metal cart actually was; it was as if I was grabbing onto a block of ice. In the elevator, I was relieved to see, for the first time in 12 hours, that my mother and I were the only couple, so I was able to hear what she what saying clearly. After spending most of the day in a crowded airplane, I was able recompose myself due to the spacious area of the see through elevator. All in all, walking out of the Korean Airline’s terminal was both physically and mentally tedious.
Looking at my watch, the time is now 12 a.m.; I pushed the silver metal cart toward the merry-go-round like conveyor belt. Mob like crowds gather around the carousel like conveyor belt to get their suitcases. Everyone looked focus, their eyes squinted, their eyebrows moved together, and their arms were crossed, as they were browsing for their personal belongings. Not only was the room’s temperature rising rapidly due to the amount of passengers from different airlines, but also it was chokingly humid like a sauna room filled with smoking hot charcoal. The crowd was moving in an unchanged pattern, they were circling around the conveyor belt until they find their suitcases, then they pick up the rock like baggage and move towards the exit. Circling around the conveyor belt, my mother and I could not find our luggage. Before panicking, I circled around the conveyor belt once more, concentrating on our baby blue multi-pocket suitcase and our grayish silver suitcase, finding nothing and confirming that our luggage is lost. Walking toward the blue uniform man sitting on his siren topped golf cart, I waved frantically to try to get his attention; he caught a glimpse of my waving hand and rode the white golf cart towards my mother and I. The uniformed man explains to us that the luggage was misplaced by the Korean Airline’s employee, he then pointed us to a worn down wood table and reassure that the woman in the flowery red dress can help us. Soon after talking to the woman at the wood table, my mother and I received our luggage. Although the woman was wearing a red dress, her appearance was not as warming as her dress;...