It all started on an Autumn afternoon back in 2012, when my beloved mother told me that she decided that it was best for me, my sister and her to move to U.S.A. Don’t get me wrong, since I was a little girl, I wanted to travel the world, I wanted to experience new things, meet new people, talk different languages. But not at twelve. I wanted to stay in Barranquilla, Colombia; I wanted to stay with my culture, my traditions, my family and everything that I was accustomed to. However I was only 12 and my mother was the one who made the decisions. Ever since my dad and her got divorce, everything was confusing. But we knew that we stayed with my dad, our lives were in danger. It was one of the best decisions that my mom could've made, so their divorce was a good news rather than a bad one. On september 10, 2012 we came to the united states. We only brought brought a small luggage for the three of us and another imaginary language that was packed with hope, perseverance and dreams we thought our lives had changed for the
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Importantly, though, I am also filled with the kind of knowledge that you do not learn in a classroom. The kind of wisdom that is taught by the hot streets, by solitude, by homelessness, by depression, by the fact that you find yourself alone in a state with five million individuals. I often found myself inside a deep, agonizing hole, where I wanted desperately to get out; I wanted it to end. I was not going to quit, however, and I knew that I had to keep on fighting not only for me, but for my mom and sister who love me so dearly. This circumstance truly shaped me into who I am today. It made me realize all the things that I am capable of accomplishing on my very own. Now, a new journey is waiting for me and I know for sure that I am more than prepared to take on college and all its challenges and
Importantly, though, I am also filled with the kind of knowledge that you do not learn in a classroom. The kind of wisdom that is taught by the hot streets, by solitude, by homelessness, by depression, by the fact that you find yourself alone in a state with five million individuals. I often found myself inside a deep, agonizing hole, where I wanted desperately to get out; I wanted it to end. I was not going to quit, however, and I knew that I had to keep on fighting not only for me, but for my mom and sister who love me so dearly. This circumstance truly shaped me into who I am today. It made me realize all the things that I am capable of accomplishing on my very own. Now, a new journey is waiting for me and I know for sure that I am more than prepared to take on college and all its challenges and