How I cried when Mom and Dad saw me off to the departure lounge***((((

I arrived at JFK Airport in New York. There are so many African Americans here!!! And the lines are longer than in Russia))))))))) But the atmosphere is already completely different... The feeling that everything is in your hands and you decide for yourself what to do and how to do it....

It's pouring rain outside and it's chilly.... Huge streams of water are running down the roads.... And why didn't I book a hotel in New York in advance?))))) It's a good thing I met a girl on the plane who offered to let me stay with her acquaintance Steve) Well, okay!!!))))) I can't sleep on the street, after all..... Steve's house is cozy, you can really feel the care from his parents))) Everyone is worried about me) Oh, his neighbor, an American girl, came over to visit) We sat and laughed..