Cultural Shock
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Everyone is hot. And possibly on drugs. Welcome to Manhattan.
I have visited the city several times since arriving in America, but besides the Halloween party, I was never there at night. Clubbing is not really my forte; I don’t feel all that comfortable being surrounded by so many people. But I enjoy dancing, which is how the girls persuaded me to go. “Let’s go Continue reading
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Dear Mr. President
When I got to this part, I really wasn’t sure if I should write about it or just skip it. People get very passionate about politics, and not always in the most polite way. But this is my story, my past, and my experiences as I went through them during those times. So here we Continue reading
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Why is everything so big? Seriously, why?
But before I dive into that question, a very important moment occurred: I met the family. The father first—I can still clearly remember that on our way in a car from the training school, the song “Tonight” from West Side Story was playing. It felt like a sign. One of the reasons I picked this Continue reading
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8 years ago today, my life changed forever.
I was sitting at the airport, my stomach in my throat, nerves getting the best of me. Am I going to be sick? Vomit, pass out, or just plain old chicken out? Or am I going to make it? Can I even do it? Who knows what would have happened if I had the option Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 