I was just at Chinook Mall in Calgary, AB having lunch with my dad. As I was inhaling the savory aroma of my meal, which was concluded of bourbon chicken and yellow rice, my dad exhaled nervously. I raised my left eyebrow in confusion as I took a sip of my ice tea but I just shake it off. Then as he grabs his phone from the pocket of his suit jacket, he popped the question.

“Do you want to move to America?” he looked at me nervously. I set down my ice tea in front of me on the table.

“Why America? Why not England or Mexico?” I spoked “If we had the choice to move to anywhere, I’m pretty sure it would be anywhere tropical besides America.”

“Well that’s true, but let’s say that my boss asked me if I wanted to become a general manager of a branch in San Francisco but we would need to move there.” He said oddly specific “So would you move to America?” He questioned.

I furred my eyebrows together, wondering if he was serious or not. The suddenly my eyes opened widely. In that moment I realized that my dad’s boss did actually ask him if he wanted to be in San Francisco.

“Wait? For real?” I stared right at him.

“Yes. Your mother and I had talked about it. We even looked at houses to live in. But we wouldn’t be able to afford it so, I said no to my boss but I did let him know that we’re interested in working in America.” he confessed.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I sighed heavily and just thought about the important people in my life. I mean I would love to move to a whole new country and experience a wonderful adventure with my parents. I nodded to my father and agreed that we should consider moving.

The hardest part for me of moving to a new country is was not only doing all the paperwork and packing up the house, it was telling my loved ones. I remember the moment when I saw my friends/families reactions. Seeing them break down in front of me made my heart shatter, knowing that whenever they need me, I won’t be able to be there for them everytime.  They told me that they support my decision and that I should go and restart my life; become a person who I was meant to be.

I truly do miss them alot. I always keep in touch with them, but it seems that when time goes by, we wouldn’t talk as much because we have other things to focus on, like school or work. At first, I would have those moments where I just lock myself in my bathroom and sob silently, not letting my parents know. I don’t want them to know that sometimes I’m not doing well because I need to be strong for them so that they can be strong for me as well. As the days turn into weeks, I became stronger and became the person who I wanted to be for everyone. Yes, I still cry about my family/friends back in Canada but I cry with my parents so we can all support each other.

It has been about a month since I moved here in Atlanta, Georgia. So far I love it here. Everyone are so lovable and kind to me and my parents. School is going amazing, teachers are very understandable and smart. The weather is mangable unlike the three feet of snow from where i’m from.

To me living here is like living in a 1980’s highschool movie without the charming boy who looks way older than their age that captures the main character's heart.

I’m definitely glad and proud of my family making the choice to move here. I also plan to become a citizen of America.