Arriving To My New Life

I left my home and town in tears as I headed to Boston. My parents held it together until it was time to say good-bye. My father hugged me and told me not to cry or he would start to cry as well. My mother hugged me as fast as she could, dropping her cellphone on the ground. I walked through the security line alone and watched my parents as I headed into the beast. It wasn't long after I got through security that I was boarding my plane.

 My flight to Amsterdam seemed to last forever. But in reality it only lasted 6hrs and 55mins. I felt kind of new to flying. Only because that was my first time on and international flight. I wanted to listen to my favorite band for most of the flight. I felt stupid because I had no idea where to plug in the cheap headphones that I was given by Delta. I sat looking and feeling around for the place to insert the headphones. Once the guy next to me got up to look at his luggage above us, I glanced over to notice that the hole was in the front of the armrest. Once I got that all said and done, I listened to Green Day until dinner was served.

 Who can say they ate in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean? Well I can. And it was good. Chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, a brownie, cheese, crackers, and a small salad to go with it. After I ate, I watched Guilt Trip. When the movie was over, the flight had about 3hrs left. I personally can't sleep on planes. I stayed up still listening to Green Day until I got to Amsterdam. 

I got off the plane and walked for 5 minutes before reaching the Dutch Checkpoint. I had to get in line and wait before I could go through another security point. They had to take my DC bag and look at it because of its "suspicious looks". I walked for another 10-15 minutes before I got to my terminal section. I stopped at an airport store to get a shirt and a drink. I had to change because wearing pants and a dressy Rotary jacket didn't mix very well. Especially when it got really hot. I brushed my hair and teeth before going to my terminal. I sat down for maybe 3 minutes before being called up and was told I was moved to First Class because a few friends wanted to sit next to each other. 

I sat on the KLM plane for under an hour and arrived in Göteburg. I waited for my luggage to reach the belt for me to take it and start my life in Sweden. I walked out and saw my host  family waiting for me. They were excited and asked me a lot of questions. We drove and they told me about the house and city I was about to live in for the next 3-4 months. 

They house was something out of a magazine. Minus the fake family and fake plants. I loved the house the moment I was inside of it and looking at all of the rooms. I walked around upstairs in amazement and shock. I couldn't realize that I was actually in Sweden spending a piece of my life exploring many different and amazing things.

I unpacked everything and started to slowly settle into my new home. We sat outside and talked about everything. I showed them a book of my family and friends. They loved it and thought that it was an amazing idea to have a book like that to see and remember some amazing memories. 

The town is amazing. It is large and unlike where I am from. I love it! I like experiencing different things. The change from a small town to a city was easy for me. I loved seeing everything and trying new things. I have never been in a different country without my family with me. So this experience is new and amazing. I wish that my family and some of my friends were here to see and experience it with me.