Sunday, March 16, 2014
Sweet Journey
Sweet Journey
I came
to Chicago in September, 2013. For millions of immigrants, being in the U.S.
means the entrance for a more liberal and democratic world. But for me, America
is the destination for my sweet journey. I am a big fan of scooter. Back to
home, I had my happy life on my scooter, Porsche. I thought that I would never
stop riding a scooter in the rest of my life. Now I am disillusioned about the
enjoyment of the scooter journey. Here is the U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter
in the bloody windy and freezing days ;
Here is the U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter for a 5km long trip every
morning from home to school; Here is the
U.S. where I can’t ride a scooter loading my imitate families. My romantic and
sweet journey is doomed since my arrival.
What I can’t do in American is what I enjoyed
in my hometown. My hometown is a small village in the southern China. Unlike
America, there are no trains looping around my hometown. Because the majority of
residents can’t afford a car or a taxi, the scooter has become a popular and
necessary means of transportation. Everyone depends on a scooter at all times. My
small hometown is mere 94.75square miles. The residents don’t bother to spend a lot of
time in a long way to their school and work. Instead, going to school or work
means couples of minutes riding on a scooter. However, now in America I have to
suffer from standing in a sharp wind and wait for the bus or train every winter
morning. I lost the nice beginning of a day that I rode my Porsche shuttling through
the familiar alleys to school in a rush. Although I can’t rationalize my delay
for school in America, I would always be punctual if I could ride a scooter in
Chicago.
Cheerful company shortens the miles. If a
scooter driver wants a sweet journey, then they need company— wheels and the
beloved fellows or family. Both of the two things I lost in my transition to
this country. In my hometown, it is common to see a motorbike
loading more than one person, even a couple or a whole family. It is a cozy and
romantic affair which will be definitely against the traffic law in America. It’s necessary for the U.S. government to establish
strict traffic regulations for such a huge traffic system. The laws bitterly
destroy my sweet journey dream. I miss the days that I drove the tiny limo. My
tiny brother stood in front of me and my mother sat on the back holding me tightly.
It was crowed, but mingling with the ones you love is much better than with the
strangers on a train. On our way, we enjoyed the breeze, the sunshine and the
happiness of my family. All those
moments are gone.
Porsche, my lovely mount, had run for over four years
and traveled along my homeland where I belong. It used to be my best company in
my growing path. Now it has been discarded in a garage since I left. Every day I am sincerely thankful me to the U.S.
where is a paradise on the earth. But my transformation is imperfect with the
loss of a scooter. If you can imagine the picture of me riding on a scooter with
my loving family, you will understand
why I cherish the moments on Porsche.
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Hi Grace ! Wow...........I could never think of you on the scooter. That is amazing. I never had a chance to drive one, but I used to drive a bike and I loved it. I think it's too dangerous to do this in a big city like Chicago. When I see people on a bikes in the streets of Chicago, I just feel that they are willing to die. Anyway, I want to admit your essay. It is very interesting and simple. I enjoyed it so much. You did a wonderful job.
ReplyDeleteHaha your essay was really well written, and really funny to me cause I used to feel the same way about my scooter when I had it. I lost my passion for my scooter once I reached the age I was able to drive a car, but I will never forget about my baby.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace,
ReplyDeleteIt is very funny about your essay. I like the scooter especially the pink one. I saw many people by the scooter in Chicago, but that maybe can't enter to highway. You can try by a scooter and use that to go to school. I think that is so interesting.
hey Grace
ReplyDeleteI loved reading your essay. Totally opposite, i cant ride a scooter in my country but till 16 i used to ride a bicycle. well said by someone "old is gold" anyway best of luck for your future life ahead.