Friday, December 3rd, 2004
American Dream
Shock. Horror. This might very well be my first semi positive post.
Tomorrow is the 16th Anniversary of our migration to the US. I was a 12 year old petite girl who spoke no word of English, who didn’t know any of the English alphabets, and who had never saw snow before.
My family and I had major culture shocks everyday for several months. I don’t think we ever totally fit in, even today, but we adapated. I’m the baby in the family and I think that gave me an upper hand. It’s much easier to mold someone when they’re young, naive, and impressionable. Even so, I find myself not entirely at “home”.
Do I miss home - where I was born and raised? In alot of ways, yes. Then again I’ve lived more than half of my life here and I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to live over yhere anymore. I would encounter culture shock all over again and have to relearn everything. Mostly I just miss the food and the pace of life.
Can you guess (the country) where I was born? Winner gets to see a picture of my baby boy! Of course he’s way way more photogenic than me.
Sixteen years. It seems forever ago, yet sometimes it feels like it just happened yesterday. Alot. Has. Happened.
I’m living the American Dream, albeit the shitty luck in the last 4 years. (I was talking about my personal life, but yea, with Dubya in office — ugh for 4 more years too — is also very very shitty).
And I still don’t like snow.
on Wednesday, December 8th, 2004 at 8:08 pm:
Hmmm….not knowing the English Alphabet sort of narrows down your country of birth…but not enough, really. Middle Eastern? Asian? Armenian? African? (to name a few)
I have no idea! But can we see your sweet little boy anyway??!!
Happy Anniversary to you!
Moogielou
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