Independence. It is funny how it can slowly build without you even noticing. Almost like how a hurricane starts from a tiny gust of wind. Small and insignificant, until it becomes impossible to ignore.
I was just seven years old when I left my home in Maryland. When I left my family, my friends, my home. All to be 8,780 miles away from everything that I knew and loved. Even worse, there was nothing that I could do about it. The night during the flight, I dreamt of the time when all my cousins and I were holding hands and jumping in the air on the beach. That was the best sleep that I had in a long time. When I woke up, we had arrived and I was officially stuck on this remote country with only my brothers and parents as company.
Oblivious
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They would take us outside to different parks, arcades and nighttime markets. As time went on, I missed my old home less and less. Even though I still missed the rest of my family and my friends, a tiny part of me liked this new place. I liked the food, the parks and the different malls and marketplaces. My memories from Maryland started to become hazy and it became more difficult for me to remember everything. Instead of my memories from Maryland, I started to dream of my adventures in …show more content…
The people begging on the streets taught me to never take anything for granted and to be grateful for everything that I have. The privileged who sneered and walked past these people showed me how looking down on others says a lot more about you than it does about the other person. The dirty khlong reminded me that ignoring a problem never helps and only makes it worse. The tall buildings showed me how it might seem that you are alone, but when you take a step back you can see that you are never truly alone. This city of angels helped me transform from a dependent little girl to a strong, independent young woman. A young woman who no longer dreams of the past or others that she can lean on, but dreams of the future and what she wants to do and change in her