Not Like the Movies

Hey guys!

I want to share with you a little article that I had written during the Writing Lab. It was supposed to be about what I think about America, but it turned out to be more like a personal reflection.

I have always wanted to live in the United States. It’s been my dream for the past few years. In the beginning, I was mostly influenced by those Hollywood movies with happy families, sunny days and people living idyllic lives. As time went by, I started to realize that life in America is not like the movies and with that I was leaving the Czech Republic. To be honest, I don’t know what I was expecting. However, what I know now for sure, after living here for almost a month, is this is not it. I am not disappointed though.

When I went to Italy or France, I wasn’t expecting anything. Yes, I was looking forward to finally seeing those famous countries, but it hadn’t been my top dream to go there. However, when I returned home, I was enchanted with thinking about what I experienced there. I was enchanted with the nature, people, food and lifestyles. I wanted to go back as soon as possible and live there. This is not what I feel about the United States now. If I ask myself this question about U.S., the only reason I’d like to come back is the permanent good mood of people. The important fact, however, is that the feeling I had about Italy or France is probably linked to nostalgia I experienced after coming home from every trip. It means (and I am almost certain of it) that once I’m back at home after 10 months of living with Americans and almost becoming one of them, I will want to come back and I will miss everything.

As I think about it, I probably still have this movie idea of American life. And as I think about it more, I am starting to realize that maybe this is really it.

Same thing is with the orientation – I’m not there anymore so I freaking miss it. hope you all have fun. I do. It’s more like up and down though. Just as Bob said it would be.


Feelings Before

Twelve days left. The suitcases are almost full and ready to leave with me. Together with my mind, they are full of my life and memories. It feels so strange to realize I won’t be here in my room, in my school, in my city for so long. How many things will change? How much my friends and family will change? How much will I change?

So many people are excited to come to the new country. Not that I am not, I am just scared a lot too. I’m scared of classic exchange student problems as well as my own problems. I’m scared of not realizing that I am just living my dream in time. What if the year will pass just too fast?

I am excited to start speaking in English, to think in English, to have dreams in English. I am excited to tell my hosts about my country and give them my presents. I am excited to go to the beach, to go to the mall. I can’t wait to visit American Starbucks and other places – those are just details but those details made me want to spend a part of my life in there. In the country beyond the ocean. In the United States of America.