Why I M Cuban Is Important To Me
I love the idea of writing about myself, and especially how I came to this country, the greatest nation in the world, United States of America. I’m Cuban, generally those who live there, for one reason or another want to leave the island and left behind the fake revolution. In my case I never thought it could happen to me or any member in my family, there was no reason in my mind for leave my roots and my love ones. But, back in 2000, my journey started in Havana airport to New Jersey, and after few months I ended up in Miami, where I live now with my beautiful family. It is a long history.
It all started one afternoon in May 2000 when my father surprised us with the unexpected news that he had found a way out of that island, until that moment it was our beloved home, escape from the authoritarian regime was that many Cubans craved. I was only in my twenties, I had no desire to leave my life but at the same time craved many things that did not have, or new things I was curious to know. I suddenly entered that curiosity and I yelled to my father, dad want to go …show more content…
with you..!!!. That was a possibility a little remote, since he had his other family with which supposedly leave. So it was passing the time we were making the necessary arrangements for the trip and in the blink of an eye I was already at the Havana airport saying goodbye to my family, my beloved mother and my little brother. It all happened so fast, I had a confusion of feeling the shock and sadness flooded me, leaving behind what I loved and all I knew for something completely new and unknown to me.
And so we arrived to New Jersey, a completely strange city for us. It was finishing the winter of 2001. It was all different to me, the big city with huge building; it was full of people walking by the streets, those streets were so lighted and illuminated, the markets so full and stocked of everything, seemed huge to me. So we arrived and we settled into a nice apt in a Hispanic neighborhood in the city and so the time was concurring we started working, we were in a period of adaptation. Adaptation that never happened to my father, for him was very difficult. In Cuba he had left behind an already established career of dentist. And to get there without a tittle or a language it became very difficult. And to all of this add the shocking weather. We came from a tropical island where there was an eternal summer and that constant cold became shocking to all of us, especially for my dad. Although it was nice to see the four season of the year, see in the fall as the leaves change colors and as they fell they flew with the wind, or see the imposing winter that covered all white. It was really beautiful. But to live was not very good, and consequently my father started to become depressed. What made us take the decision to move from there, And there was no other place more convenient than Miami, we had some friend and relatives, who helped us to make that decision. We did not think it twice and moved to Miami in January 2002.
We didn’t have much to leave behind; we arrived to the new city to start from zero again. Some good friends of my dad helped us to settle us in a small apartment in the east of Hialeah. We were very pleased to reach Miami; it was for us like coming home, besides the beauty of the city, the sun, the palm trees and the relaxing beach, it had our same customs, our language was spoken. It was actually easy to adapt to our new life. For the first time in a long time we were all very happy. My father was adapted, he found a job in a dental lab, something relate to his profession. I began to work and to study. So the time was passed and we adapt to our new life already in Miami where I lived happily. As it achieves bring my mother and my brother to live with me. And then later I met who is now my husband with we have two beautiful
children. In life we can never underestimate the destination; we all have our own destiny. We never know what will be until life is guiding us along the path we should follow. I got carried away by my destiny to reach this city and do not even have planned, is the best thing that could have happened to me. I really feel happy to live in Miami and together with my family.
It all started one afternoon in May 2000 when my father surprised us with the unexpected news that he had found a way out of that island, until that moment it was our beloved home, escape from the authoritarian regime was that many Cubans craved. I was only in my twenties, I had no desire to leave my life but at the same time craved many things that did not have, or new things I was curious to know. I suddenly entered that curiosity and I yelled to my father, dad want to go …show more content…
with you..!!!. That was a possibility a little remote, since he had his other family with which supposedly leave. So it was passing the time we were making the necessary arrangements for the trip and in the blink of an eye I was already at the Havana airport saying goodbye to my family, my beloved mother and my little brother. It all happened so fast, I had a confusion of feeling the shock and sadness flooded me, leaving behind what I loved and all I knew for something completely new and unknown to me.
And so we arrived to New Jersey, a completely strange city for us. It was finishing the winter of 2001. It was all different to me, the big city with huge building; it was full of people walking by the streets, those streets were so lighted and illuminated, the markets so full and stocked of everything, seemed huge to me. So we arrived and we settled into a nice apt in a Hispanic neighborhood in the city and so the time was concurring we started working, we were in a period of adaptation. Adaptation that never happened to my father, for him was very difficult. In Cuba he had left behind an already established career of dentist. And to get there without a tittle or a language it became very difficult. And to all of this add the shocking weather. We came from a tropical island where there was an eternal summer and that constant cold became shocking to all of us, especially for my dad. Although it was nice to see the four season of the year, see in the fall as the leaves change colors and as they fell they flew with the wind, or see the imposing winter that covered all white. It was really beautiful. But to live was not very good, and consequently my father started to become depressed. What made us take the decision to move from there, And there was no other place more convenient than Miami, we had some friend and relatives, who helped us to make that decision. We did not think it twice and moved to Miami in January 2002.
We didn’t have much to leave behind; we arrived to the new city to start from zero again. Some good friends of my dad helped us to settle us in a small apartment in the east of Hialeah. We were very pleased to reach Miami; it was for us like coming home, besides the beauty of the city, the sun, the palm trees and the relaxing beach, it had our same customs, our language was spoken. It was actually easy to adapt to our new life. For the first time in a long time we were all very happy. My father was adapted, he found a job in a dental lab, something relate to his profession. I began to work and to study. So the time was passed and we adapt to our new life already in Miami where I lived happily. As it achieves bring my mother and my brother to live with me. And then later I met who is now my husband with we have two beautiful
children. In life we can never underestimate the destination; we all have our own destiny. We never know what will be until life is guiding us along the path we should follow. I got carried away by my destiny to reach this city and do not even have planned, is the best thing that could have happened to me. I really feel happy to live in Miami and together with my family.