This post will be a little more personal. This isn’t something I talk about often but it’s always good to remember where you came from.
The other day I was home alone and I was just sitting on my couch, looking around my house. I was having one of those moments and kind of had a flashback to when I first came to the U.S. When my parents, sister, and I lived in my aunt’s spare room and shared one bed.
I don’t know if many of you know but I was actually born in Mexico. I lived there until I was about 8 years old. I still to this day remember my last day in Morelia and my first day in Ohio.
Before I start just know that my parents had already moved to Ohio. Leaving my little sister and I with my grandma. We lived with her for a couple of months so we could finish the school year and my parents had enough time to figure something out.
So my dad came back to Morelia to pick us up. That day was really cloudy and rainy. Kind of sad, or maybe that’s just how I remember it because I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t speak English, I didn’t know anyone where we were going, and I had to leave all of my family behind. I didn’t have much of a choice but I was willing to go through it all as long as it meant I was reunited with my parents again.
But why Ohio though? I get this question ALL the time. Well, my parents picked this state because we already had some family here. Also my aunt offered to help and we really needed it.
When we landed, (we actually landed in Chicago so I lied, my b) I remember we were exhausted but we still had to walk across the Midway/O’hare airport and LET ME TELL YOU THAT IS A BIG AIRPORT. We took the shuttle and I remember this old guy saying something to me. But since I didn’t know any English I just looked at my dad and waited for him to tell me what he said.
“He’s saying you have some big muscles!” – I was carrying a big suitcase around and I was a pretty small child so I can already guess how funny that looked.
After lots of walking and running around, we finally arrived to our car. And off to Ohio we went.
My dad drove for what felt like HOURS. But sometime around 2 am we arrived to my aunt’s house. My mom was up and anxiously waiting for us. (p.s hugging your mom after not seeing her for MONTHS is by far one of the best feelings ever)
My family and I were whole again. And this is all that mattered to little 8 year old Claudia.
We lived in my aunt’s spare room for a couple of months. Yes, all 4 of us in one room. But I didn’t really mind because I knew it wasn’t going to last forever. Eventually we moved out and got our own apartment in Tipp City.
We didn’t have much BUT it was home. Our first home here. And when I say we didn’t have much I mean it. For a while we slept on the floor, we used a microwave box as a table, and our living room was full of lawn chairs with one little TV.
When I was in Mexico I thought that everyone that lived in the U.S had all of these luxuries. Like boats, plasma TVs, 9 cars, etc. (I watched a lot of MTV cribs srry) So I was a little disappointed but still thought our apartment was super cool.
Let’s skip to when I had to go to school. First of all I was really excited because in the U.S you get to wear your regular clothes to school so that meant NO MORE UNIFORMS!!!! WOOO!!! But that was just about the only thing I was excited about. My first day was VERY confusing. I actually don’t remember much because I spent most of the day completely lost. I came home very defeated. And it didn’t get easier. I hated school from 3rd to 5th grade. I didn’t understand anything which meant I was doing bad academically. It was an awful feeling. Probably the worst part of coming to the U.S.
Yes, eventually I learned English and now I am bilingual but.. I still to this day remember how lost and confused I felt. (kind of like college now) (wow)
After 5th grade my parents finally bought a HOUSE! I was so excited to move even though I was finally starting to understand school and make friends. Moving at this point was nothing because if I was able to get through moving to a different country, well, moving to a different city would be a piece of cake.
Huber Heights was and still is my new home. I live a very good life now but it hasn’t always been like this.
The more I grow the more I realize how important it is to appreciate things. I’m also glad to have parents that are so hardworking and always determined to improve our lives.
Sometimes I just like to look around and really take it all in. Appreciate everything and everyone around me. This motivates me to keep going and keep working hard.
Also, how cool is it that I have two places that I can call home?
As always, thanks for reading!