When you are twelve you are usually day-dreaming about boy bands or what high school will be like. But not me, I was hoping my parents would send me to my favorite place in the world, England. I had spent a lot of time there already visiting family and going sightseeing, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to be an actual English school girl, like my mother was.
So I asked my mother one day if I could live there, she wasn’t too excited about her youngest leaving home but she saw in my eyes this is what I really wanted. So I had to research the school I would go to, who I would live with, and how do I get there. Turns out my aunt had an extra room at her house and was excited to have an American in the house. All I gave my mother to do was get my insurance paper. I must have packed, then repack my suitcase about twenty times.
Leaving California gave me so much confidence in the world because I knew if I could leave my family and friends for a year, I am independent. It did bring a tear to my eyes watching my friends waving goodbye and gradually becoming little ants with red, puffy eyes. The flight over was hard because I had never flown alone before and I was flying standby so I had to get off in the middle of the country to switch flights.
Once I got to York, England I was so intimidated, I didn’t know anyone, it was really cold, and for once I actually fit in. (My school was 85% Mexican) Of course, everyone was asking me to talk and trying to imitate my accent, and having to get used to saying “the bin” instead of “trash can” was difficult but I eventually got used to all these new words I had to use. No one really understood why I would leave the third most popular vacation spot in America to come to cold, wet England. I will admit Harry Potter did have a little part in my fascination, but I kept that to myself.
Throughout the year I made friends, but the best reflection on the trip was the memories I had made. This trip helped me grow and learn about the best things in life. Eleven months passed by almost too fast but once I was back in my bikini at the beach I remembered how beautiful California really was.
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