It’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything. Life sometimes takes over and it’s been feeling like the days just mesh together. Holiday season can be fun but also super stressful!
Anyways, I wanted to tell you my story. I feel like most of you know me or know of me but don’t know where I come from, my background etc.
Let’s start with my parents, my mother (Jessica) is from Lima, Peru and my Father (Angel) from Spain. My dad and his parents moved to Belgium when he was a baby so he pretty much grew up in Belgium while still visiting his family is Spain often. When my mother was about 20-21 she went to study abroad in Belgium. She has always been very adventurous, she loves learning about other cultures, languages and the history of other places. At a young age my parents met by a mutual friend out at a nightclub, normal relationship stuff happened and they had me at 23. I am the first born.
I very vividly remember growing up in Belgium, going to school and taking the underground metro every morning with my mom or dad. In case you guys don’t know, people in Europe walk everywhere or have other forms of transportation and don’t use cars often, that may be different now but that’s how it was back then. My brother (Michel) was born in 94, he was the greatest gift a little girl could get because he was my very own living doll. Michel and I would go to camps together for the summer and do outdoor nature trips, normal kid stuff. I was very very close with my grandmother (Dad’s mom) and I would often spend my summers with her in a little amazing place in Spain called Candas (Look it up!) those were the best times I ever had. Life was so simple and so fun. Fast forward a couple years and my family decides it’s time to move to the U.S.A. My grandfather (Juan Jose – Mom’s Dad) gave us a call and pretty much said to all of his kids (4 of them: Juan, Jose, Javier, Jessica) time to get down here and find opportunity. My grandfather is the most hard working, selfless, genuine, kind, loving person I know. Because of him we have had endless of opportunities and the ability to live in the U.S. So in year 2000 we made the move. A little Belgian girl and boy with their parents and no knowledge of the culture or language of the U.S. moved and started school.
I recall how different I looked, how I always wore dresses and my hair was perfectly done, I remember how my style was so different from the American school girls (much more laid back). I remember how scared I was because I couldn’t communicate with anyone, I couldn’t speak English since my first language was French and second was Spanish. Eventually I started making friends even with the language barrier, I started getting acclimated to being here and living this new life. I am thankful for my teachers and ESOL for helping me and teaching me English. No one would ever know that I wasn’t born here because of them. My brother and I grew up and pretty much became two normal American kids, well just a little different because of our culture.
I truly think that my experience, my family’s experience moving from one country to the other made us so much stronger. It personally made me so much more sensitive to others. It taught me to be kind and be friends with everyone, it taught me that that dreams and opportunities are attainable, that when you do things the right way and take the right steps anything is possible. It take so much strength in every way to move, the things my family did, my grandfather, my parents did, was all for us. It’s to have a better life, to do the impossible and to live out our dreams. Its so important to be cultured and not discriminate and always help others. Just because someone is different than you doesn’t make them less of a person, you don’t know what they went through to be here today, you don’t know them so get to know them. Everyone deserves a chance to follow their dreams and go wherever they want in life.
I hope this post taught you something new, made you feel like you can relate to me more. Many people know me but not my story. As always, I appreciate the people who take the time to read my posts.
Until next time my friends.
Happy Sunday everyone! I didn’t post last week how I was supposed to because there was a lot going on. Recently, I found out that one of my close friends had just passed away. This got me thinking about death, life, grief, and how everyone handles these situations differently.
Some cry in silence, some take a little bit of time to process and others are very expressive with how they feel. Death in any instance is something that is extremely traumatic and difficult to deal with, even if it’s something that was expected.
In my case I try to look at the positive instead of the obvious negative. I want to celebrate that persons life and talk about how amazing they were, how they made me feel at a certain time, how they impacted me and others. That is my way of coping, because when it is my time, I want people to be happy they even though i am gone, their time with me on earth was special.
I want to express how important it is to communicate, reach out to friends and family about how you are doing. If you are depressed, if you are just going through a rough time, if you need help, speak up!! It’s so so important to put the shame and pride aside and to seek help when needed.
I encourage everyone to be more vulnerable and open. Life is so beautiful, so precious, and we only have one! Be open with others, celebrate life. Live for YOU and not for others, but also use your resources and the people around you to help you when you need it so you can live life to it’s fullest potential and enjoy every single second of it. I am always so thankful for each and every day that I am able to wake up in the morning, even on the bad days, because I know my time is limited on earth just like everyone else’s.
Enjoy your life and your friendships, travel, move somewhere far, be kind and forgive. Don’t judge unless given a reason to, and most of all Dream big!!
To my dear friend Bryan. I love you and I know you will be watching over all of us. (Your crazy friends and family) Until next time my friends.
First of all, I want to say THANK YOU to each person who took the time to read my post. I was very nervous at first but the amount of love and feedback that I received is beyond what I could have imagined.
Today, I want to talk about perception. How you as a person view the world, your relationships, etc.
We are currently living in a world where, what you see is NOT what you get (most of the time). There are tons of social media accounts posting about their wonderful unbreakable relationships, all the beautiful trips they take around the world, people with the most insanely perfect bodies, facial features, expensive cars, clothes and the list goes on. None. of. that. is. real… we have all fallen into this cycle of trying to find perfection because of our perception of others. Well here is a little reminder that we are human beings with faults, dysfunctional relationships, bodies with scars, a little bit of unwanted fat, living paycheck to paycheck. We are the same as the ones who post about their perfect life. Don’t compare yourself to others, don’t make your life less valuable and beautiful because you think it isn’t good enough, fun enough or extravagant enough. Don’t ever let your perception of others ruin what you have. You are beautiful and so is your life, because it isn’t perfect.
I am guilty of doing that too, I look at others and say “ wow how perfect are they?! “, when in reality my life is good enough for me. Sometimes we don’t value the wonderful things we have in life because we always want more. It’s okay to want more and have the drive to do better, but be happy and don’t seek perfection. Understand that your perception of other people is just that, because behind closed doors we are all very similar, fighting the same battles.
I really hope you guys enjoy reading these posts. I will have many different topics to talk about, Fashion, Travel, and my favorite ( Life). If anyone has any feedback or questions, feel free to message me. I am always here to listen and talk. Until next time friends.