When I first found out I was going to move to Greece, I believed my parents claims that it would be easy to make new friends. I was 9 years old at this time, so I was rather oblivious to all the changes that were going to take place. Cultural changes, personal changes, plain old life changes. I thought Greece was just going to be lots of fun.
When I first got to Greece, everything seemed normal. Life was ... life. Then I started longing for home. I missed my full two-floor house instead of my new small condo. I missed my friends; I missed the large giant streets, instead of the small crowded roads. I don't think I ever got over my longing, but I guess I reached a point where I realized I wasn't going back any time soon, and I had to adapt to my new surroundings.
School was not that hard to get used to (besides a lot of the kids knowing Greek.) There were plenty of people who had been in my shoes not too long ago and knew what I was going through, so making friends wasn't too hard. What amazed me about school was how big of a melting pot it was.
Diplomat's kids from all over the world went to my school: Korean, Egyptian, Russian, and other multitudes of countries gathered, but most everyone seemed to get along, even with the huge cultural differences.
Traffic was the hardest thing to get used to in Greece. Everytime we--my family and I--went for a drive, it was like everyone had a license. Motorcycles were allowed to drive between cars, there was constant speeding; some people would even go through the middle dips to turn around. It seemed impossible for Athens to go without 10 crashes in a day.
Besides that, Greece adopted a lot of American things (even though they hated America a little) like American movies and shows; even food chains were throughout Greece. Luckily, most restaurant employees at places like McDonalds new broken English. Sometimes living in Greece could get a bit scary, like the time I got hit by a car, or the time my brother almost got caught in a riot, but I guess living in Greece helped me more than if I had just stayed here in America.
I must admit that when I left Greece, I was rather happy to leave. Of course, I had some fun, but there's nothing like the good old U.S. of A!