When I first moved to NYC, I shopped at Zara. I liked Alexa Chung,
Arctic Monkeys,
The Weeknd, Drake and smoking weed. The reality was I did not even have
Zara in my hometown.
Weed was illegal, Mcdonald’s refused to open because of a stupid
lawsuit, and I had a 10pm curfew.
My mom and dad shaped an identity for me growing up and so did my
sister.
I indulged in a lot of crap when I first moved here because I had
nothing back home.
When I look back, I feel sorry for myself and everyone else who grew up
in a third world country,
because I could have been here 5 years ago. I feel like I learned a lot
of things really late
and I feel sort of embarrased, ashamed and guilty.
It is really hard to describe the way I feel,
because it is a mixture of
emotions. I guess I just felt behind.