After landing from the sky and taking my first steps on American soil, my immigrant eyes were open wide and seeing, all the way to the horizon, but also beyond. — From the moment I took my first steps across coal country, I realized how different I was while also noting these differences seemed mostly external. I did not live in a house, with a yard with pets with whom to run. I did not have summer or weekend vacations or road-trips, corralling across east and west, since that required a vehicle.