Plenty to come, so be sure to get your robe and wizard hat ready for six months worth of updates! Pretended San Francisco had sunny weather and did some biking Started working on some more difficult guitar songs Sort of lost my mind during the Steam Sale So now that we're back on a normal schedule, here are some things I've done recently that will probably receive coverage before I leave for my honeymoon in September: The senioritis that comes with having a huge upcoming vacation also makes a lack of action even more difficult to endure. But now, with the wedding over and the honeymoon completely planned/reserved, I'm back in that familiar pattern of having jack shit to do until 5pm. The problem that originally got me writing this blog was a complete lack of activity at work, a problem that was briefly remedied by the need for wedding and honeymoon planning. You might not always want to make these changes, but sometimes you just have to, just to make your life easier.Much has happened since the last installment just before Christmas, the biggest thing being that I got engaged and subsequently married. You want a better life, but don't want to leave the comfort of your own culture. Everything is foreign, the food, the culture, the language. Moving to a different country often feels like you're moving to a whole new world. It wasn't till about eight years of being in the states that i actually started to accept who I really am, and not be so hateful towards myself. At that moment the pain was really worth it to me. My hair went from a crazy curly mess to being soft and bone straight. It was the most amazing feeling ever to run my hands through my hair and not get it stuck. I got in the shower, washed out the cream, and shampooed and conditioned my hair. The cream burned and was painful, but my sister told me “ it's worth it.” She had been doing it for a while, but this was my first, as we didn't have this product back home. I think I was eight years old, and my hair has always been a struggle to deal with. The first time I almost felt like one of “them” was when I got my first hair relaxer. I just considered myself one of them, and hoped that they didn't notice I wasn't and call me out on it. Pale skin, soft brown and blonde hair, speaking English, and I didn't fit any of the descriptions. I looked around and didn't see much of me. I wasn't the little happy girl in paradise anymore. Whether it was about my intelligence or looks I felt as if I could never get to their level. Although it wasn't just eggs and pasta, American food was one of the hardest …show more content… Because of how highly and godly white people were put, I always felt like I wasn't good. Now I look back and laugh at the little scared me, that thought we were all gonna starve. This freaked my mom out the most but we were all a little worried. Back home in Ethiopia people talked about how there's no coffee in America and that all people ate was pasta and eggs.
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But this pretty much explains my whole immigration experience. Its funny to think about something I was so disgusted with now I would do anything to have. Now After almost ten years in this country, I put cheese on almost everything. The second I got off the plane into the airport all I could smell was cheese. I remember the first I stepped foot in America.