When it first began was on the journey away from the world I used to live in and dumped into a completely new one. The move from Brazil to the United States wasn't an easy one.
"Hey Papa look at the clouds! They look like white cotton candy." I grinned, "I wonder if secret people live up here with cloud beds way off in the distance.
My father had dismissed my excitement with a simple comment, "That's great, but I have work I need to do for this big move."
But it wasn't this comment that dismissed my excitement but the unmistakeable muttered comment that followed, "Besides that is completely impractical."
I used to be a dreamer. That's all I could think about as I stared out the Greyhound bus' window. I am no longer a dreamer anymore among other things. That was when I fell off the first step of the staircase.
I had to learn you cannot be a dreamer to live up to what was wanted of you. I had to put down my dolls and pick up the books.
The plane landed and I stepped out in excitement only to find doubt. I couldn't understand anything. Everything was foreign literally, and Papa won't help, he just demonstrated that.
"Come Devyn." Papa commanded and I obeyed.
The bus came to a stop and I exited, with doubt but instead found excitement, I was free, finally free. I no longer would have expectations and I could be whomever I wanted to be.
But first, I need to find a place to stay.
This was my new home, my new life. I had to adapt. America supposedly is where dreamers go and if I gave up on dreams then what was I supposed to do?
"At least I will have a warm bed," I thought to myself as I followed Papa out of the airport and into the "Land of the Free."
