!No pude borrarlo todo de la mente de un cantazo!
If I’m not mistaken, not all is lost. Am I putting up a front of reluctance, while I actually wanted to return subconsciously? (My friend Mauricio convicted me of this frequently.) Now that he’s in my train of thought, I draw memories of High Point, my American-school alma mater. Ever since landing here, I never wanted to move back, nor move someplace else. (For what is the reason of becoming a contemporary nomad?) While studying at a place where “ghetto” redefined itself, I forgot that our mission was for a year only. Fall passed, winter passed, spring passed, summer is passing. Ive see food fights and arrests, friends, madness, gogo, Christian rock and the inexpediencey of hall sweeps. Fasting three times a year is too much of chances; uniforms add to the inexpediencey of the school system (which I still adore); comparisons sweep more than ehte coherency of my words or the actions of my actions. For now, I can’t forget the hefty Southeast D.C. accents, half-and-halfs, clappas, and Spanish.
!No pude borrarlo todo de la mente de un cantazo!
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I’ve seen progress. For the first time, I could actually make a living out of life. For the first time I could choose what I wanted. There are many things that I’ve seen, and I don’t want to get off from it!
Well, this is America: land of the free, and home of the brave. The land where Lady Liberty bewitches everyone who passes through the Harbor. This is where the President is working in our backyard, or the balseros risk their lives to reach the coast, or people fighting their way through a politicized immigration bill, or teabagging to Congress. This is where cars were made, capitalism is hailed, flights abound, variety remains, and everybody claims as their home. This is the place where people don’t give a crap if you eat or drink, sleep or bathe, dress or clothe, or even masturbate! But it you’re lucky, you’ll find people who take care if you eat or drink, sleep or bathe, dress or clothe, or even masturbate!
So we’re going back. It’s official now, yet discouraging. I have, indeed, written about the big U.S. of A., school, grades, music, boils, random life topics, politics, worship, dreams, goals, personal thoughts at the expense of my family, and more to come. I felt that this is my place: Maryland –and the rest of America- provided me with freedom, choices, chances and more opportunities than what I’d ever consider in Puerto Rico. I guess I was born (technically!) in the USA! (Noteworthy reference!)
I am the LORD who brought you up out of Egypt to be your God; therefore be holy, because I amholy. (Leviticus 11:45, NIV) Although he did not remove the high places from Israel, Asa’s heart was fully committed to the LORD all his life. (2 Chronicles 15:17, NIV) |
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