Fourteen Going-On-Fifteen

I am excited for the near future that will dawn on me quickly. By near future, I mean the next month, February, where I will celebrate my birthday. It is actually quite a coincidence that I have three friends whose birthdays take place in the same week as mine.

Unfortunately, I will not be in school on my birthday, as I will be in Ohio taking tests and having interviews to see whether I am accepted into the Christian Hills High School in Cincinnati. This is unfortunate because as my last birthday here, I would have liked to spend it among friends here at school, but now I know I won’t. I try to make the best of any situation, but missing my birthday here in Venezuela isn’t something I am very happy about.

Anyways, I am turning fifteen in roughly three weeks, and I am excited because in Mexico, where I am from, turning fifteen is a big deal, and it is normally celebrated with a party: a Quinceañera. I won’t have one of these parties because my family is going to take me traveling during our spring or Easter break, but turning fifteen is something to look forward to nonetheless. Besides, I have asked my parents if perhaps I can have a Sweet Sixteen birthday party once we are living in the States.

Anyways, I still look forward to traveling to the States on my birthday because that means that instead of traveling once, and having a big trip during spring break, I will have two trips. When I think of it this way, instead of thinking of it as a necessary trip before we move, it has a much more positive spin on it and is something I am happy of.

                Sincerely,

                                Me

Moving to the States

So, I found out at the beginning of the year that I was moving during the summer, but it wasn’t verified until a couple weeks ago. I’m not too keen on moving, especially now that I’m in high school, because I have been living here in Venezuela for the past seven years of my life; as a fourteen-year old that is already half of my life spent here. I would like to say that I really have no country to really call home, being an international student who hasn’t lived in my country for twelve years and all, but Venezuela has started to feel like one in the past couple of years. I am always the girl who sees friends come and go while I stay behind, but growing up here has made me treasure the friendships with those who have stayed with me since the first day I got here.

I don’t want to move, so unlike my sister who is excited for the new opportunities that lay ahead of us, and wondering about the new friends she will make once we are overseas. She is already willing to leave everything we have built here in Caracas in the dust while she makes way for the new experiences that lay ahead. I do not want to move, but it isn’t really my choice here, and saying that I wish I could stay here enough to graduate high school would be rather selfish of me seeing as my father will have a better contract from our new home.

My dad says we are moving to Cincinnati, Ohio and I am excited to go there because I have visited many times during the summer and really like the place. Unfortunately he says that the school we are going to doesn’t regularly have new students, so I am curious as to what that experience will be like. But anyways, in the meantime, I will enjoy the rest of my time here in Caracas.

                Sincerely,

                                Me

Good News

These past couple of months, I have felt like my parents have attempted to stop me from having the career of my choice (which would be something that does not lack creativity), for the future. I have felt as if they have set boundaries, and put up walls to impede that I get to where I want to be in life. So, in Wellness class last week, when the class talked about success and parent pressure, I began to tear up, and cry, because I have felt this too, and I noticed then that I am not alone in this. I finally had a place to let everything out, and people would understand me. Normally, though, I take everything out here in my blog, because sometimes I feel as if it is a place where no one will know who I am (obviously though my friends and teachers know that is me) and I like the feeling of telling the world anonymously. I haven’t done this lately, and I think that this affected me because I have no one to tell.

                 Anyways, on to the good news. I spoke to my parents the other day about wanting to be something creative when I am older, and they are still against it, saying the usual: you will not have the lifestyle you have today, etc. but, they are more accepting that I do want to be something creative and that I will never abandon my creativity for a more technical career. My parents have agreed to let me take a photography class in my next school (because I have found a passion for photography) and I think that this will be my chance to prove to them that I can be successful in this line of work. So, for now, we have reached an agreement, or midpoint. For now, that is, because I am not ready to give up my dreams of having a career involving creativity (such as photography, for example). 

                 Sincerely,

                                Me.