I was eight years old, and something life-changing was about to happen, something that would define my future in a great way.
I was not moving to just another house.
I was not moving to just another neighborhood.
I was not moving to just another city.
I was moving to another country. A foreign country.
A country where the language wasn’t my own, and that meant that I had to learn a whole different language, and adapt to a new culture. A country that I practically knew nothing about.
It’s funny where life takes you. Just last year I was living in New York City. I would never could have imagined I was going to end up living there someday.
Will I go back to New York? Will I stay in St. Louis all my life? Will I move back to my native Mexico, the place that I left behind when I was a little kid?
Nobody knows where life is going to take you next. There is a quote I like that says: “Life is a journey, not a destination”. Very True. Life is what we make of it. Heard of “The Secret”? I somewhat believe on that.
Looking back, I have been through a lot. Life is all about obstacles, but as I have heard one time, life doesn’t give you obstacles that you can’t overcome.
Today I find myself knowing this country’s language, adapted very well to it’s culture, and have made significant relationships with people from here. I feel this is my home, I mean, you would expect that from someone that grew up here.
I been back to Mexico a couple of times since back when I was eight. Whenever I’m there I remember the old days when I was just a little kid, and despite that, somehow I feel like if it was alien territory for me.
Who knows what is next in my journey through life. For now, we should all truly enjoy ourselves and don’t take life too seriously.
