Today is the 17th anniversary of living here in the ol' US of A! 🦅
This one is special because it means that I've been living here for half of my life.
On a day like today, I moved here with only one suitcase full of hopes and dreams. I wasn't aware of how hard it was gonna be leaving everything I knew behind. At the time my mom worked overtime as a waitress and as a driver to put me through Culinary school, my first love. I also worked under-the-table at a deli and a bakery to help out and make ends meet. Eventually I got a green card and started going to college for Music. I was working full-time and going to school full-time FOR music (I honestly don't know how I did it). Eight years have gone by at this point and I haven't gone back to Peru. I think it was a combination of being incredibly busy, not being able to afford it, and feeling guilty for not being in touch with my family. I barely called and eventually felt disconnected. Amazingly enough when I finally went back in 2010, we easily picked up where we left off. I swore to always call and go back at least once a year from then on.
Over the last eight years I moved to NYC, graduated with my Masters, worked jobs related to my field, got my music out there, fell in love and got married. I became a US citizen a few years ago, so I was able to #feeltheBern and to be with Her. After we got what we got for president, I started going to protests and got myself fighting for what is right.
I never lost faith in this country. Even when my candle of hope was about to go off, something good would happen and the flame would become bigger.
I love this country and I'm happy to call it my home.
And I'm only half way there... - 2 hours ago