Are everyone’s first blog experience kind of nerve wrecking ? Anyone in the world can read your thoughts , Things that you never get the chance to communicate are on an empty white space on the internet . Lets see how weird this gets ! Before you learn about why I am on here and the random ideas hanging out in the garden of my comedic/sad/wild mind , first id like you to understand where i came from because i still have no fucking idea . At least I’m honest about it , some people are out their calling themselves 5% Navajo , 2%Scottish 40% Sicilian . Maybe they went on a family tree website , or maybe there’s an elder in the family who remembers everything that crosses there eyes . I can’t even tell you who my cousins are or how many i have . Sometimes it bothers me of how distant my family is but there are times where i can appreciate the solitude . Even though i didn’t have much of a creative escape growing up i think i turned out alright , HA But before you find that i out , id like you to know more about my wild parents .
My father was in his 20’s when he made his way from Guatemala to California looking for a better life . Him and a friend held on the side of a train filled with cargo with no food , no water and no guarantee that they would get to their destination . Unfortunately this is common for men, women and children to ride on top and in between the boxcars to cross the border . Many of them are severely injured or die of dehydration and hunger . Along the long walk through mountains after the train ride many women are raped , mugged , kidnapped and murdered . My Father somehow managed to make it to the U.S safely . His friend died on the way . Not knowing much English , he battled the daily struggles of an immigrant who just wanted something better out of life . Along his new journey he met my mother . I don’t know my fathers story as well as my mothers because when I was old enough to understand these concepts he was out of my life (I’ll tell you more about that later on) .
My Mother was 15 when my Grandmother left her in Honduras to fend for her self . There she joined the police academy and had to learn what being independent was all about . During that period she fell in love with an Italian architect who had an assignment in the area . He swept her off her feet although he had a wife and kids back in Italy .After months of dating she gave birth to my oldest Brother, but at the age of 3 his father had to return to his other family . They never saw him again , he left my mother enough money to go to the U.S . My brother and my mom took a plane Tijuana and from there crossed the border together . If it wasn’t for the rain that night , immigration would have caught both of them . Imagine a little boy and his mother in a river trying to be as still as possible to avoid getting caught . She left behind her 2-year-old daughter with plans of coming back for her .
I was blessed enough to be born in the states , although my parents struggled financially . I can’t say that I was ever homeless or sleeping in shelters , my mother provided and my father worked several jobs to maintain a roof over our heads . I am sure my oldest brothers upbringing was the toughest . After my parents realized how bad Los Angeles was during that time . They both decided to head to Cleveland, Ohio . My mother was leaving her entire family behind in California and my Dad was convinced by his sister to leave the west Coast . Wasn’t a hard decision due to the crime rate and earthquakes in Cali . Cleveland was my new home , New is good but it also meant new problems , new trials and new adversity .
