And so it begins… I’m a Latina.
Four years ago I filled my bags with what I believed were the things I was going to need the most: a photo album, my favorite pair of jeans, and a book of Venezuelan recipes. I didn’t know what to expect of the big Texas in the even bigger US. I just knew that my future awaited. I stepped off the plane onto the parched Texas soil, and my soul split in two. Half remains hidden among the azure Venezuelan beaches and the forest playground of my youth, but the other half soars in the open Texas skies.
Here are a few things I’ve learned in my 1,500+ days living in the States.