Introduction part 5

Coincidently enough, the civil war in Salvador ended the year that we came to the states. I thought it was such a weird coincidence that I joke about the country wanting me to GTFO since the civil war started at around the time I was born and ended when I left.

My brother and I are now in the U.S. of A. The culture shock then was something incredible. All the tall buildings and fleets of cars in the freeway were jaw-dropping. Everything was done so differently here. You hardly saw anyone out on the streets; everyone always took cars everywhere. It took a good year for me to get over the culture shock.

We lived with dad for our first 2 years in the states I had never really spent much time with dad. He came to visit in El Salvador every year and it was fun spending time with him but I didn’t know what life was going to be like with him. It didn’t turn out to be bad at all.

He is still with the woman that broke my parents up. She is not that bad a person either. I didn’t like her that much at first because she wasn’t my mom and because she tried to get me to call her mom. She has 4 kids, 2 younglings (girls) and 2 olderlings (boy and a girl). We all got along well with one tiny glitch in the form of the youngest kid and my half sister. She enjoyed getting my brother and I into trouble and she always succeeded. She could make life hell but we still coasted through it.

Fast forward 2 years and now we are living with mom. She lives in Los Angeles while he lived in a town that was about an hour away from Oakland so the visitation thing was crazy at times. My brother and I flew to see dad every time we had vacation from school. I can’t say I’ve ever been scared of flying either.

So now we are living with mom and all is fine and dandy and then one of my moms’ bosses mom fell ill and we had to move to Indiana. This was back in 1997 and I have been living here ever since. This was another point of culture shock for me since we moved to Williamsport. I was used to seeing everyone only care about themselves in California and to come to a town where everyone waves as they drove by was a little creepy. I wanted to go back to California for the longest time. I was scared by how kind people seemed. The culture shock went away after a year and then I started to like the town and its inhabitants even though most of them probably wanted to burn me on a cross.

From here on, most of you reading this know my story so I will keep it as short as possible and if anyone asks, I could always go into more detail on the subject of their choosing.

Let’s see…I graduated from SHS attended Ivy Tech afterwards for about 2 years and then I dropped out because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. The fear of real world and being an adult scared the living daylights out of me. I started working Retail in 2001 and have been there since. I kind of saw it as me wasting 7 years of my life for a time but I have grown a lot as a person there and a lot of the friends I have made from there, I would not trade for anything in the world. That place has helped me make me who I am today and I like me. I am finally back in school and I can’t wait to be done with it so I can go out there and shake my groove thing and make momma proud. We all have our little hiccups on the road of life and mine just happened to be 7 years long. It was a needed hiccup which made me realize what is important in life so I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. And now we are caught up to the present.

Believe it or not, this is short compared to all the thoughts and memories that started flooding my brain when I started writing this. I apologize for all the grammatical and punctuation errors you may have encountered while reading this incoherent mess. Hope you enjoyed getting to know me ^_^*.