I came to Chicago in 1983. I was 7 years old. We didn't know a single word of english so asking for a drink in the airplane was out of the question. So we sat through the 13 hour flight, thirsty. My first day of school was horrible. I had a bunch of white people running after me during recess. How was I supposed to know that the teacher had asked them to watch after me or befriend me? All I knew was that they were out to get me.
It's been a long time since moving to Chicago. I feel like the years are flying by with last year flying by at rapid speed. Before Elle came into my life, I still felt like a kid. I don't dress up, I don't wear makeup, I don't even brush my hair. But I just joined facebook and reconnected with my friends from high school and seeing how much they have grown up makes me feel even more grown up. I mean, it's been 14 years since I graduated HS. I felt like I was the only one with a job, family, and responsibilities but seeing all my old friends with children brings it all into focus for me. I am a grown up. I am older now than my mom was when she came to America.
I just hope that I accomplish a lot more before it's too late. Time goes by too fast and I plan on enjoying every second from here on out.
Good times
Tuesday, September 23, 2008 | at 4:03 PM |
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It's a little scary isn't it? I sometimes forget that I am in my mid-30's and have to think for a sec about just how old I am (sometimes I catch myself saying twenty...):)
You've done so much in your short life. Boy, you're a young one.:p Go out and get them!
Great post. And I love that picture (looks alot like Elle!)
It's almost surreal, this growing up thing. I glad you have made a consious decision to enjoy every second. It's something that is so hard to remember when you're just trying to get through the day. It sounds like reconnecting with your old friends has been a fun experience for you:)
Hey- I was FOB when I was 7 yrs old too.
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