My First Journey to the USA

My First Journey to the USA
One day I thought about going to the United States. It was not as easy as I thought it would be. The issuance of the visa wasn’t easy as well; I had to put all my documents together, before I could go to the embassy to apply for the issuance of visa. Since I knew that it’s not easy to get the visa, I planned well and got all the necessary things to be able to convince the authorities in the embassy. Lucky for me, I went out to the embassy and filed my application, and I was given a date for my interview. It took two weeks for my application to be processed. I was very anxious to be able to pass the interview process. Finally the date for the interview came; I went to the interview without any expectation of not getting the visa. I entered the office of the consulate and had the interview. Low and behold, in about twenty minutes the interview was over and I had my visa on my passport. I was full of happiness that what I had dreamt about was coming to pass.

After my visa I went to book my airline ticket from Jordan to the United States. It was a smooth journey from my country to the USA (Chicago airport) in order to complete my journey to Florida, but my flight schedule was from Jordan to Chicago at 5pm and the transit to Florida was at 7pm.

Finally I arrived at the Chicago airport. Upon my arrival at Chicago airport I had to be in a queue waiting for my turn to be approved by the immigration officer. When it was my turn he looked so many times at my passport. I was very nervous because I did not understand why he was looking at my passport for so long. Suddenly he told me to follow him, which I did obediently. I followed him to a different room where we met a superintendent officer. They spoke in a way that I never understood. I was asked to sit down by the officer; there was some interrogation by the officer. During this interrogation I was asked by one of the officers again where I was from. I was again move to another room, my heart was pounding because I have never ever experience such mishandling, I had to abide by what he told me, I had several questions bombard on me, which I gave the needed answers, one of the questions was that ( do you have any nephews in the United States ), at that moment I sat down for a while thinking about the question, immediately I said to him yes I had, he asked me who are they?, and my answer was that my uncle is the ambassador of my country to the USA (Washington) , and my father too was among the members of the police force in the early seventeen’s to participates a training with the USA, CIA department. After given out all these answers he done approved my arrival at Chicago airport. I was very much relief and kind of looking to myself. I went out of the room only to notice that my time for the transit is passed and I missed my flight. The option that I had was to book a new ticket to the next day, so that I can continue my journey to Florida.
I went to collect my luggage, I then called the airline company and asked them what to do, they told me to book a hotel, I went downstairs searching for a phone in order to make a call and reserve a room In a hotel to sleep around that night, I asked people on how I can find a telephone because it has its own way, finally I called the hotel and they told me we will send the bus for you, I was waiting for the bus, the bus arrived and he pick me up to the hotel, on our way to the hotel I asked the driver to pass by for a supermarket where I can have a cigarette, he took me to a supermarket and I had what I wanted. At this time I was disappointed with the kind of the situation that I am passing through until I reached the supermarket and found that is the owner of the supermarket was a Jordanian, so I was very please meeting him, I told him my entire story and the problems I faced, I felt that I am in my country just for five minutes. I left to the hotel and I took a shower, I had a sound sleep because I was tired. The day after I have get ready to my flight