You never give up on the American dream, giving up would be un-American.
I've lived with the constant struggle of being in between worlds. Do I go home? Do I stay here in the United States? What have I worked my whole life for? What do I want to save my money up for? If I had all the time and money in the world, what would I do?
Do I strive for the white picket fence? The house in the suburbs. Drinking beer and grilling out on summer nights. The shoveling of snow of the driveway. The neatly trimmed lawn. The family dog.
I want to travel. I want to walk the plains where wild bison roam. I want to watch the sunset over the mountains. I want to see it color the sky pink and orange. I want to breathe the cold fresh air that invigorates my lungs. I want to sit by the water and watch it ripple. I want to see snow-capped mountains.
I also want the grind. The hustle and bustle of the city. The feeling of being small in between the tall buildings. The night lights. The sense of purpose of people that walk around me. To watch people living the life that they are living. Couples on dates, couples fighting, children playing, people walking dogs.
I also want to be home. Feeling the love of my parents. My grandmother. My siblings. My family. I want to come home to dinners. I want to read while my father blasts 80's hits on the stereo. Smelling the scent of newspapers and coffees on the back patio. The quaint tiny house that is always too noisy, too small.
Why can't I have it all?
Do I strive for the white picket fence? The house in the suburbs. Drinking beer and grilling out on summer nights. The shoveling of snow of the driveway. The neatly trimmed lawn. The family dog.
I want to travel. I want to walk the plains where wild bison roam. I want to watch the sunset over the mountains. I want to see it color the sky pink and orange. I want to breathe the cold fresh air that invigorates my lungs. I want to sit by the water and watch it ripple. I want to see snow-capped mountains.
I also want the grind. The hustle and bustle of the city. The feeling of being small in between the tall buildings. The night lights. The sense of purpose of people that walk around me. To watch people living the life that they are living. Couples on dates, couples fighting, children playing, people walking dogs.
I also want to be home. Feeling the love of my parents. My grandmother. My siblings. My family. I want to come home to dinners. I want to read while my father blasts 80's hits on the stereo. Smelling the scent of newspapers and coffees on the back patio. The quaint tiny house that is always too noisy, too small.
Why can't I have it all?