Culture Shock
Man. Being from Venezuela, I’ve seen a fair share of goodbyes. Including my own. Its heartbreaking. Families being torn apart because you’re searching for a better future. I remember when I first left my mom was falling apart watching her little boy disappear behind airport security. I remember being numb. Like I was watching my life from the outside.
I visited about 7 months later. I had difficulty adjusting to the US and the cultural shock hit me pretty hard. I remember hugging a friend goodbye when I had to catch my plane back and sobbing as though I was marching to my own execution, saying between my wallowing that I didnt want to be alone anymore.
Goodbyes are hard, man.
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