Then the ship entered the narrow stretch of the Golden Gate and I could see American hills on my left and American houses on my right, and I took a deep breath of American air. “‘Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,’” I cried,

“‘Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!’”

I forgot that there were people behind and around me until I heard a few snickers and a scattering of claps, but I didn't care. I wasn't reciting for anyone's benefit but my own.

—Homesick,
Jean Fritz

Based on the passage, how does Jean expect to feel once she lands in America?

embarrassed about living in China
at home in her native country
disappointed and bored
angry with the other passengers on the ship