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After 22 hours of traveling, I stood in the middle of the biggest airport I had ever seen, in the capital city of a foreign nation, soon to be my permanent home. With our whole life packed in suitcases, my family and I migrated to the United States to start a new life, just in time to watch the ball drop to start off the Y2K. Only eleven, I was confused and felt lost in this new world I was placed in all of a sudden. During the past six years, this major cultural change has become the molding factor that has and continues to reform me while keeping the basic ingredients of my native culture constant. Migrating from home to a new nation gave my personality a brand of new soil to dwell in. It gave me an opportunity to simultaneously develop more as an Indian and as an American teenager. During the weekdays I hang out with my non Indian friends and during the weekend I interact with Indian friends and relatives in temples. Today I am an Indian-American teenager living in a mix of both western and eastern cultures. I cherish my Indian heritage and relish my American life and altogether call it home.