Obviously, as a twelve-year-old, I didn't really know what I was getting into. I was really excited to start living the dream in the US. So much so, that I could not stop singing that awful 80s One Way Ticket song (much to my parents' chagrin).
I remember one of our family friends that was walking us to the train station asked me something funny that day. She asked whether time passed quickly for me. I said, "No". And then she gave me the cheesiest advice ever, to cherish every second because time passes so fast when you're older.
And for some stupid reason, that cheesy advice still makes me weepy. :(