This is it.

Once I stepped out from this door, my life would change forever.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and hold it for a couple seconds and release it. I opened my eyes as I grabs the handle of the door with my right-hand. I glance over to two giant suitcases on my left and adjusting the weight of my backpack on my back with my left hand. Without hesitate I swing the door and revealed the small garden in front of our house and My Mom that stood beside the driver of my taxi, they're talking about something that I can't heard. The sound of the door made my Mom tilted her head and walk towards me, she's extending her hand offer me a help with my belongings but I refused, "It's okay Ma, I can do it myself."

As if she didn't listen to what I said, she grabbed one of the suitcases and pushes it towards the taxi. The driver quickly took the suitcase from my Mom's hand and put it in the trunk of the car, and then he took the other suitcase from my hand and put it as well.

"Thank you." I said to the driver while he close the trunk door. He smiles and walked to the driver seat.

I glance over the house that I live for 23 years and walked towards my Mom that now holding the passenger door with a wide smile. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes but it's quickly go away while she's smiling wider. I give her a shy smile and hug her as my eyes start to blur and I feel the heat in the back of my eyes. I don't want her to see me crying because this is what I want. This is my decision to make and she was nothing but support me. I quickly brushed the tears before it falls from my eyes.

My Mom is the strongest woman in the world. When I told her that I got the opportunity to work in America about a month ago, she was surprised at first but then she was nothing but support me in every way she could. She always courage me to chase everything that makes me happy since I was a very little girl. Being the only child, most of other kids will be spoiled, and yes, me too. But unlike other kids that spoiled with toys, money and all that stuff, I was spoiled with love and attention from my Mom. We're not from a healthy family, but my Mom always makes sure that I got everything that I need, sometimes more than what a kid needs. She worked so hard yet still had time for me and giving me the world.

I let go my Mom slowly and kiss her on her cheek. I thought I'm going to see tears in her eyes, but I was a little bit surprised when all I see was happiness. I know that deep inside she must be feeling sad since her only children will left her to another side of the world.

"Take care my Clarity baby, be safe, and don't forget to call me when you're arrived." She cups my left cheek with her right hand. And then land a very soft kiss on both of my cheek.

I nod. "You too, Ma. I love you." I said.

"I love you too my daughter." She gestured me to hop in to the taxi.

When I'm already inside the taxi, she closed the passenger door for me. As the driver hit the gas slowly, she waved at me and smiling wide. A moment later she walked towards the house while both of her hands held her mouth.

My Mom was crying. I feel a sharp pain in my chest as my vision begun to blurry and streams down my eyes. I can't helped it anymore. I let myself crying in the silence. The driver was glancing at my direction for a moment and then his eyes back to the road. At that moment I don't care if the driver, heck even if a President saw me crying or not. I'm not the type of a person that shame to express my feelings to the world, if I'm happy, I'll show that to the world and if I'm sad I'll show that too.

I'm gonna prove it that I can do it, for you Ma. I told that to myself as I wiped the tears from my face.

My name is Clarity Adam. I was 23 years old when for the first time in my life I stepped foot on America. I am a plus size-curvy-chubby-big boned fat girl since I was a little with a little too much confident. Being the 'over confident' person, sometime makes me forgot about my size—well my best friend once told me that I had too much confident for one person that actually can split it in to three person. It's true, though. I am that type of person that always grateful for everything that I had even my body, but I also an ambitious person, I'll chase and make sure that I got what I want.

I am the only child, and the first granddaughter from my family, so my Grandfather, Grandma and the rest of my Aunties and Uncles spoiled me so much (sometimes too much). I think that's one of the reasons why I had this chubby body since I was a little. But part of me realizes that as I was growing up, it's my fault to let this body getting bigger. Even though my Grandparents said that it's okay, I'm not fat, I just had big-bones and I'm still beautiful in every way. And that's where I got all of this confidence. My family always taught me to love myself, embrace every flaws and imperfection. They're also always support me in everything.

Even when I was in High School, I chose a Vocational High School than a regular normal High School, they still support me—well, I mean most of them, My Dad was disagree and super mad when I chose a Technical Vocational High School as that school was for boys only he said. But eventually he came around and let me finish my four years education in peace. Literally. Because he didn't gave a single penny for my education since he had to work in another city for four years. Weird, right? He's working but there's no single evidence that he did that. But I'm way long accept since High School that my Dad's definitely not a Father of The Year.

My Mom had to work extra so that I can get the best education since it was not a normal High School, I need a lot of equipment. If you are wondering what Technical Vocational High School are, it's like a University version but you can done it when you're in High School age. It still had the high school vibes combined with University vibes without dorm of course. The main purpose of the education is to prepare the students to work with their specialty skills once they graduated. They still can go to University / College after they graduated or go straight looking for a proper job because they already got a certificate.

I choose Civil Engineering Major at school. And I was surprised at first since there were only two girls in my class including me. Her name is Cindy and why am I not surprised that we instantly become a best friend.

Being in a class with a lot of boys, somehow boost my confident more. They were care for me and sometimes over-protecting me from other boys in school. They made me forgot all the bullies that I got when I was in middle school. They accepted me for the way I am. Yes, they called me with some nickname like Fatty but deep down I know that they only meant it for joking.

As my high school years come to an end, I decided to take my education further. I continued in University and choose Architecture Major. With my certificate from my Technical Vocational High School, I also applied for a job in one of small local Contractor in my city. So I worked in the day while I took a night class in my University. Long story short, I graduated from my University as one of the best student and still continued to work at the same company.

The company was shit, to be honest. They underpaid me and treated the employee like shit too. But they helped me to pay my intuition and I grew fond with others employee. So I continued to another years work there and then one day I realized that I am not going anywhere.

I tried to apply to another job, and I manage to got some calls but somehow I always ended up rejecting them and crawling back to my comfort zone while myself getting fatter.

I became sluggish to go to work, and soon hated to sit down at my desk. I often to cry when I got home because the Boss was treating me like shit.

And then one day a miracle come down from the internet. I was having dinner with my Mom when my phone beep signaling that an e-mail just arrived. I opened it to see that I got a subscription e-mail from one of my favorite Companies from America, Jones Design. Jones Design is a local Engineering and Architecture Firm from San Diego, California. I've been their loyal website subscriber and social media followers for years. I watched their company grow. And deep down in my wildest dream, I'm secretly hoping that I could work with them one day.

I almost choked my food when my dream was coming true. It wasn't just any subscription e-mail, but it was a notification that they're hiring a local people from my country. They had an upcoming project here in my country and they require an assistant that understand in an Architectural world and also able to speak English and local language. Without finishing my dinner, I quickly heading to my room and sending my resume.

Long story short, I got the job. They said that the job was only temporarily, and it applies for this project only, nine – twelve months at least. That's fine by me since it was my dream job and not to mention I desperately need to leave that old shitty company as well.

Talking about the salary, it was double the amount from my old job. I couldn't be more grateful to take the opportunity even though I had to find another job next year.

After six months working with Jonas Design, my Boss itself, Rosalie Jones said that she liked with my assignment and my hardworking. And then she offers me a one lifetime opportunity which is to continue to work with her in San Diego. Oh. My. God! Couldn't my life get any better?! She even offers me a help to administer the entire document that I need. Without thinking twice I accept the job and decided to tell my family after everything that I need was ready. My family was shocked and asked me why all so sudden, little did they know that I already planned everything since I saw the hiring post on that e-mail.

So, here I am, twenty two hours later, standing in the Airport with my plane-hair, plane-face, a backpack hung on my back, and two giant suitcases on my side, ready to conquer the world.