A Change Is as Good as a Holiday.

A change is as bang-up as a holiday really? According to my personal experience a change is better than a holiday. I changed my smell by pitiful to another country, the UK, where I can create something and develop my life, un the like difference on holiday for a short period of age and move to do the same thing again. During my time in Iraq I enjoyed spending time with my family and I was happy as a clown. However, on April the 9th 2003 regular army had a master plan to invade Iraq, as a infant I was sc ard due to my parents clearly creation worried this do me anxious I was so terrified and shaken like an galvanic tooth brush.It was like I had adrenalin rush, I couldnt sleep I was alive with fear. As the army entered the city of Bagh dad, Iraq The sky was red like blazing flames and I could hear the bullets shoot through my ears like thunder. The poor boy powder rushed into my nose from the chimney from the fire place in the comfort of my own national. There were so m any reasons why I had left my country with my family, and one of them was the war. However Ive been through the intemperately times and I couldve just stayed. Not knowing what my destiny would be only when as a family we do the decision of leaving.We all agree that if we left Iraq then we could all have a better life and could continue with our education to have the best life possible. Who wants to bequeath their home town? Obviously it was a struggle and to look back up and leave behind everything and everyone I know The home I grew in for 11 years and the place where my childhood was full with amazing memories. On the focus to the airport I snarl miserable I was reluctant to obtain on the level(p). I hesitated to step forward, however a decision has been made and I had no choice apart from getting on the plane as I knew that my dad was at the other end of the journey.The trance came true My first step out of the plane towards success, I keep walking through the tunnel t o see my dad for the first time in a year. I was bursting with joy to see my father I was pumped with energy full of happiness I couldnt have a bun in the oven my feelings so I just hugged him, and my heart was finally relieved. The family and I were on the way out of the airport, into to the car that my dad bought which was blue like the Circassian sea, and we were on the way to the house in Neasdon, London. When I was in the car whilst my dad was driving, I was scared I didnt know anyone or the lecture they spoke.The weather was dull the clouds were grey and the dark streets. It was due to rain my dad said. I couldnt play the sport I loved melted was my favourite sport back home. There was indoor swimming but it wasnt the same. I couldnt until now go to my own back garden to do anything, and it was full of mud. A week after I arrived it had snowed, for the first time in my life I saw lilliputian white flakes falling from the sky, like a blessing from god. I cute to go out, b ut I had a cold and I wasnt even used to this miserable demotivating weather.Back in Iraq it was blazing hot well every day of the year. Every day it was a staggering 50 degrees Celsius like the Saharan desert. As I started school I felt the effects of the change, I didnt know whether it would be for the better or worse however I knew I was going to achieve something great, and stupefy a role model to inspire my brother as he was young and needed someone to look up to besides my dad. I feel a little safer nowadays due to race being nice, although on that point are those occasional racist remarks people give.But altogether the people all colours, races and nationalities are not as I expected there are mixed cultures and religions -they did not shun me they welcomed me to the area and country even though they did not know where I was from, who I am, or what I do. Till this day the dream of a better life tranquillise lives on. Change instead of a holiday can be good in some circum stances such as mine. For me my safety was more(prenominal) important so I had to leave. Sometimes freedom and safety are something a holiday cant give.