NEW PROJECT (a piece of my life)

Many people said winter is the worst season of the year; many people left their home to avoid winter and it's coldness. Maybe they never saw the snow as I always saw it. White, pure, and beautiful.


         My name is Yuki. In Japan it means snow. But no, I am not a Japanese girl. I am Indonesian with Chinese and Dutch blood in my body. My parents gave me that name because they met in Japan, when there was snow everywhere. Yup, they met in a beautiful season called winter. My parents lived in America, but they decided to raise me in the capital city of Indonesia, named Jakarta. Because of their jobs, they couldn't stay in Jakarta everyday. So, they gave guardianship of me to my two aunties. My aunties loved me like I was their daughter. My parents visited me once every 2 months. Maybe my life seems perfect, but it wasn't easy as it seems. Everyone has their own problems.
         When I graduated from middle school last year, my best friends and I decided to go out of our comfort zones. We challenged ourselves to move to another country and attend public school. It wasn't because we didn't like our country, but we just wanted to try new things. We also wanted to try public schools because we went to catholic schools since we were in pre-school. So, I talked to my parents, and they said yes, I could move to the U.S, but I needed to wait for their lawyer to complete my documents. So, in the meantime, my parents sent me to Singapore's home school for 6 months, after which, I moved to the U.S.
         It was hard at the beginning because I left my aunties and my best friends. But, they supported me, and they reminded me that I am still 15 and there will be so many things, so many problems, many tears and many laughs still to happen in my life. And of course, I don't want to skip those moments. One of my best friends moved to Canada, the other one moved to China, and the others studied at home as they waited for their documents to move to another country.
         When I got here, to the U.S, I didn't find a big difference between my country and America. Well, at least between Jakarta, Singapore, and America. Maybe the big difference is how people act here, in South Philly. Sometimes I see people fight on the street, and there was this one boy who hit my dad's car at night. I never saw those incidents in my country.
         I started at the neighborhood  public school, Furness High School. I found out that the situation was so different. I used to wear a formal uniform in school, and in my new school, I just need to wear a grey collared shirt and black pants. At first, I didn't like my new school, I didn't know why, but I didn't feel comfortable. But after my first week, I started to like my new school and I'm getting used to it more every day.
         So here I am, in South Philly, starting my new life, working on my transition time, and trying to build a brighter future.