Week 1!

I am tired. I am laying in my bed and I do not want to move. I do not have any sort of physical exhaustion, as you might anticipate. I am just tired of the uninteresting life I am trapped in. Some may idealize life in the country for its tranquility and its gregarious people. But if you were in my shoes, sooner or later you would realize there will be a day when you will be tired of looking at the same empty meadows through your window every morning. You will be tired of your monotonous routine, whose highlight is milking Mimosa the cow or, if you are lucky enough, riding the family’s farm tractor. You will be very tired of having to drive for two or three hours to go to the movies, buy clothes, get to the hospital or simply go to school. This life is not as glamorous as in the movies. Eighteen years of living in the same town are more than enough, let alone eighteen years of living in this “population-zero” town in northeast Texas. I long for living a life that is as interesting as those storylines from great Hollywood movies – “Weekend at Bernie’s” is a personal favorite. I long for seeing America how I dream of it. I want to see America in all its glory and greatness. I want to be part of the American Dream.

It is time. Thank you, sister, for being my loyal companion throughout my boyhood. Thank you, mother, for nurturing me with all your love. Thank you, father, for teaching me everything you know. I made a decision. In fact, I had made it long ago, but only now I had enough courage to confess it to myself. However frightening and uncertain it may be, I must make my own path now, even if it may seem as if I am abandoning you. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, but I cannot live my life in any way different from the one I desire. This is my time to find somewhere to call mine. Until then, it is me, my car and America. Oh, America! I cannot wait to be embraced by the glory of this great nation.