My expectations of love blossomed from movies and books. However, the seeds of expectations watered by perfect fairytale stories were subsequently drowned by reality.
A year ago, I wrote a submission for the Fall 2022 issue of This Girls Story that captured my painfully honest feelings about home back then, and still captures my painfully honest feelings about home now. Titled Downpour on South 1st Street, it was a creative essay about the difficult love and connection I felt for my hometown of Austin, Texas.
Art is a small window that opens the vision in the core of someone’s heart. It allows us to peek into what life is like for that person. How they see themselves, others, and the environment can be explored through art, but most of all, what they value.
“Girls, your grandfather is in the hospital and we don’t know why yet,” my mother told me. While I found out only four weeks ago, it feels like years have gone by. We thought it was nothing- he was 82 and gets sick every once and a while with pneumonia. 8 hours after he was in the hospital, he was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer.
A topic I have always been interested in is Science. When I was young, I remember hearing about topics of Science in school and absolutely adoring them. There were fun experiments, tests, and labs.
When I was ten, my dream was to design playgrounds. It’s not as if I didn’t have loving parents that made me believe I could be anything. Or, that I had yet realized that the world didn’t want someone that looked like me to be anything.
The Harry Potter series was the first monumental series that I read. I remember the day I decided to venture on the journey of those seven books.
As a girl who grew up in a small Texas town and spent most of her early education in a private school, familiarity has always been something I’ve had.
Video games have always fascinated me as a medium of storytelling. Though I remain a literary storyteller at heart, my imagination’s always been drawn to the interactive nature of how the consumer has an active hand in pushing the story forward in a game.
It’s 7:11 pm Saturday, June 17th on a flight, by myself, in another country. I pride myself in my independence, my singularity.