So late part of August was when I hit the 7 year mark of being and living fabulously here in the States. I didn’t do anything special other than knowing that day was the day I stepped into U.S. 7 years ago completely innocent to what this country was all about. Quite frankly I didn’t know how I was gonna live my life here and I sort of left everything to my Mom to educate me what to expect, what to do and what not. I tell you the transition was not in any way easy and was rather drastic. From being amateur of what living is all about to knowing how to live it was quite phenomenal.
In those 7 years I began to grasp that being here was in fact my chance to be me. Not only about coming out as gay to my family, after the two year influence of american culture, it made me realize I had a life to live out there, where and how to live it.
My journey so far though has been exceptionally significant in so many aspects. Had the opportunity to show the family and the rest of the world my true color; made connection and continue building my relationship with my Mom; established my ambitions and plans to achieve them; and the most important thing is that along the way I have surrounded myself a good set of folks who dear and embrace themselves to becoming successful and feeling free from everything. I am very proud to have accomplished many things and having involved myself with good people for the purpose of defining the famous slogan of all time “No man in an island”.
That is truly the spirit I came to U.S. with - reveal to the world who I am and what I am capable of doing. And, I’m here living the dream everyday. . .
Recently my sister, who is in Hong Kong, and I re-connected after a long while of being so into our individual lives. We briefly talked about the possibility of re-uniting the family of the generation before us. That involves my Mom’s side of the family, which is suprisingly nowadays made up of 10 siblings, Mom being the eldest. Well… this re-union would likely to be challenging since every single one of them are scattered like busted bag of rice all over the face of the planet.
The varied party would be from (1) Mom (with my brother, and I) from U.S., (2) Uncle Floran from Dubai, (3) Jean from Athens, Greece, (4) Divina from Madrid, Spain, (5) Liza and (6) Donna from Hong Kong, China, (7) Tony from Saudi Arabia, (8) Zeny, (9) Maricel, and (10) Emy from Manila, Philippines. Grandchildren would be me and my brother (U.S.), Karen (my sister from Hong Kong), Jasmine (from Hong Kong), and my cousin from Greece. Also, there might be a possibility of my other cousins from New York to come home for the re-union as well as my mom’s relatives in San Jose, CA.
Either way the re-union would be a blast and could be one of a lifetime opportunity to get us come together once more. Knowing how difficult for each one of us to take off from work, fork out the expenses, and everything else, this one time (hoping for more just one time) gathering would bring the whole family together to make everyone realize our family foundation will always be there. No matter what happens.
My sister and I hope this will come true in the near future. I can’t wait to see my sister again and remember the things she and I used to do as “girls” (LMAO!) when my granny wasn’t around. Fun times!
Time can only tell when this come into reality. Soon we will funnel down to where we all came from and I’m looking forward to every minute of it.
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