The first start of my life in the USA was living in Michigan at my grandparent's house. While my dad was station in Ft.Benning, Georgia in the Army. My dad made my grandpa promise not to spend the money he send to him because it was for a house. But in the end when my dad came back to Michigan from the Army. My grandpa ended up spending all the money that my dad gave him to save. And it made my dad really angry because that was the money for a house in Georgia.
My dad decided to move to Georgia anyways. We all ended up living in a trailer park for 2 in a half years. Until my dad save enough money to finally buy a house in Columbus, Georgia. The house is in the neighborhood of Oakland Park.
My mom had a bad dream every night since coming to the USA from South Korea, about a Skeletal Monster at our new house. When my mom finally saw the new house herself, it was the house where the Skeletal Monster has stayed at in her dream. We still moved into the new house. My mom was still having same nightmare of the Skeletal Monster. To the point she woke up went out her bed room and out the living room and open the front door to go outside. That is when she saw the Skeletal Monster on the roof of the house just looking at her.
By morning time, my mom finally told my dad what was bothering her, and about Skeletal Monster that keep appearing in her dreams and finally made it's appearance on the roof outside. My dad just told her to pray to God to get rid of the Skeletal Monster.
After my mom did what my dad told her to do. The Skeletal Monster went away never to be see again.
And for house, we still live in it to this day.
P.S. My mom does not speak English too well. She only speak in her native language and that language is Korean.
I completely understand having two minds with two languages. I grew up speaking Russian at home, but when I moved to Vladivostok no one could understand me. I ended up trying to speak with a "Russian" accent but everyone thought I was from Serbia or Romania... Guess i'd seen too many Dracula movies. It did come over time though, and after a couple years things were pretty much effortless. Then of course I moved back to the US and confused the hell out of a McDonalds clerk when I ordered entirely in Russian... She just looked at me puzzled and confused, smiled and said "sorry I don't speak German..."