<p>The brutal, frigid winter in early January gave me the mild sickness. The year was 2005 and I was 9 years old. Only a few days had passed since I first stepped on American soil. I still had trouble adapting to my new environment. The feeling of jet lag- I’m in my new home but my body is still somewhere else, maybe still in Indonesia. The evening was dull. Armed with Eskimo like clothing I sat on my lazy maroon color leather couch, watching pointless cartoons to learn how to speak English. Before my eyes slowly dries out to sleep, a familiar voice murmur. My uncle gave me a customary headlock to wake me up. My uncle, Rudy mumbled to me “come downstairs, I want to show you something.” I followed him to our dim and gloomy basement. As he power on this bizarre looking machine, he whispered to me again “I have a surprise for you, “pointing at the machine. I looked at the object with a confused expression yet amazed look. I asked him what kind if machine is it. He told me the machine is called a “computer.” I had never seen anything like this before, I said to myself. He emphasized that computers are expensive and rare in Indonesia, so you should feel gifted. </p>
<p>The rest of the night sounded like a group of small children wonder in amazement watching a magic show. The crowd reactions were identical to mine, “OOHH’s and AAHH’s.” I paid attention carefully to my determined uncle explaining and demonstrating the unique features of the computer. As the curtain gently comes down, marking the ending of the jaw-dropping presentation. I felt something enormous hit me. In the beginning, I thought of how privileged I am to be able to migrate to America and blessed with all these wonderful opportunities. But it was something else. I can’t quite put my finger on it. However it was very late and after a late dinner I went to bed, left alone to contemplate this ‘thing.’ </p>
<p>Exactly two year had passed; it had snowed heavily last night, making the scenery lighthearted. I found the house empty; both of my parents had left to work double shift today at the factory. My uncle had gone to take my younger sister to the supermarket to purchase groceries. Now that the thrill of being home alone had worn off, I was getting a little depressed. Reminiscing all the memories of my beloved family and friends back in Indonesia. I went downstairs to the basement and turn on the computer, hoping to get rid of the sorrow felling. Every time I browse on the Internet, suddenly I feel like I’m briefly examining my life. In retrospect, all the experience made me mature and independent. As I continued to wonder about my past, I felt that ‘thing ‘I felt two year ago had gone away. I realize life doesn’t come with a reset button and when a new door closes another door opens. I had equipped myself with a new components to process the obstacle of life smoothly. It was at this very moment that I was truly happy to be in America. Yes, I am excited to assemble my knowledge and apply to my future.</p>