I'm new here and have low Steem, which can mean whatever you like. Here's the short version of my story. After growing up in Miami, FL, I decided to leave. Why? I wasn't as happy as I knew I could be, basically. America was turning into this strange place that didn't quite like immigrants. The xenophobia was growing and being an educated, tax-paying immigrant, I had this strange feeling that something bad was coming. I even told some friends this back in 2011 before I left.
I have to say, what I've seen since leaving, I couldn't have predicted and I'm glad for the distance.
While I miss the conveniences of having a CVS on the next block or my bank open 6 days a week until 5 or 6, I appreciate the sun and stars a bit more, the views, growing about half my own food, having crazy mutts, chilling with my dad in my own little home where I pay no rent or mortgage and I managed to finally figure out what I have wanted to do and was meant to do.
Not bad for a former immigrant who was dead set against coming back here.
It's a journey.
