The very first time when I came to the United States I was astonished by the infrastructure and the cleanliness people maintain here. While I had been enjoying this new world, I really missed my home town and missed all my friends there. I had no friends here, and when you are in your teen days, friends are the most important thing in your life. I was completely lost, and felt pathetic in this new world with no friends around me. This was completely a new different world than I knew what it used to be back home. I had to get to know the new culture, and talk to people in a completely different language.
I was a very jovial person back home, but when I came here I was a different person. I didn't know what was going on in me. I got so depressed that I even stopped talking with my parents. I used to think so much about my friends back home, and I missed all of them so much, that it made me cry my eyes out. I used to cry like a baby whole day and night without even thinking about my health condition.
My mom got really worried, and she was not able to see me in that situation. She was really concerned about me. She asked my dad whether we can move back to India. My dad was very stubborn and he turned it down. However, when he himself saw my condition getting worst, he agreed to move back. I was very happy about it, yet the depressed feeling was still there. I went back to India, but still I was so deeply hurt that even going back home I didn't enjoy anything which I used to enjoy. That deep wound made a huge impact on me and on my career. My teen days affected my career, my mental and physical health also.
After I went back home, I was not ready to join the college. I still needed some time to heal my wounds, but my dad didn't agree with me, and he made me join the college. He always wanted me to become an engineer. Even I wanted to be an engineer, but I just wanted some time to get past all my feelings.