I have avoided writing.
At one time, this blog was therapeutic to me, and it really helped me get through a rough transition period in my life. There was also the added benefit that I could share my experiences in another country with my loved ones at home.
But I have avoided telling a story that isn’t quite mine to tell.
And I have avoided taking the risk of sharing our story with many of my friends and family who have an oppositional view on immigration.
I really think stories like our story should be told. It’s through stories that people can learn empathy and compassion for ideas that they don’t understand. We teach children, through stories, how to embrace new siblings, deal with “enemies” or “bullies,” and learn social skills.
So, I am going to begin to tell our story… our story of immigrating to the United States. I am hoping, that in the process, it will also help me to deal with these new changes in our lives.
This time around, it isn’t a single 27 year old off on an adventure of finding her place in the world. This time, it’s a family: a honest, humble, loving father… A scared, strong, forward thinking mother. A little girl who looks forward to a life in a new place, with a lack of understanding about all that will be left behind. And the final person: a pichita–lively, funny, and just coming into her personality…unaware of changes at hand.
These are the characters of our story. This is us.