Changes occur everywhere in the world; every second, every minute. Most people generally frown upon changes. Changes can bring fear, doubt, isolation, or even pain. When I was very young, I used to like changes. Changes were something to look forward to; it was fun to meet new people, to see new places, and to learn new things. At the age of thirteen, my family told me that we were moving to America. At that time, I paid no attention to their words and thought it would be a fun trip, but little did I know this was going to completely alter my perception of change. These changes that happened overnight will remain unpleasant memories and learning experience throughout my life. On February 12, 2008, I panicked, stressed out, and almost fainted because it was the day of leaving my sweet, motherland, Africa. It was also the last day I ate fresh food without any chemicals in them. Anyway, my family and I left our house at 1pm and arrived at the airport at 3pm because the airport was far from home. We sat and waited for our flight for fifteen minutes, but I was still stressed out plus my phobias. The greatest fears I had were aerophobia and xenophobia. When the plane arrived, one of my brothers said “Don’t be afraid, everything is going to be alright.” I didn’t respond to what he said. I just looked at him and his face felt sorry for me. Nevertheless, I almost stayed at the airport because I couldn’t get on the plane. When that happen, my older brother said “young lady, you need to get on this plane so we won’t miss the next one” In response, I said to him “if you really care about moving to another country, then why don’t you carry me?” So he carried me and got on the plane. When I got on the plane, I sat by the window and kept my eyes close. I couldn’t eat or drink anything at all. When the plane took off, one of my brothers was sitting next to me and he asked “are you really going to keep your eyes closed until