18 November, 2021
So, I guess migration was your search
term,
Here’s my family’s experience
when migrating from the countryside, a rural area, to the city, a whole new
world.
Migration for my family,
specifically for my grandpa, was “the solution” or at least an unknown path for
a better life with more opportunities and perhaps a happy ending. My family in
the time they decided to migrate was made up of my great grandparents, my
grandpa, and his brothers (two sisters, and three brothers) in my opinion, a
huge family nucleus. When grandpa found out he was going to be a dad, my dad’s
one, he decided he wanted much more than a provincial life for his son, and the
city was such a wonderland, innovated and developed, a place that promised a
“better” live.
Okay, so I ought to tell you that
these events have been conveyed to me by my granddad and my father, but I have gotten
to some conclusions by myself, if you think that I may not have the best
judgment of this, you are wrong (I hope).
Continuing, let me tell you the
process my family, or the beginning of it, went through seeking the American
urban dream. If you think about it, this tale is lookalike to a “Disney
princess” one, you have a life, you feel encaged in your own skin, an unexpected
and good-looking bid enters the scene, and finally, you get into an uncertain,
dangerous, funny and benevolent journey.
My family was facing a whole new
world for the time my grandma had seven months of pregnancy, the rough part of
migrating? Getting adapted. For my grandparents was “such an experience” or that’s
all the information someone can be obtained from them, though, it is reflected
on their faces that it was not happiness the whole time, but if grandma is in a
good mood, she starts to tell how fascinating was to try a Frappuccino in the
city for the first time. They came to the city for opportunities, you may
wonder if they had what they were seeking for, I can say so, struggling and
striving, they got the opportunities they needed, even though there are always
obstacles to jump, of course, there were lost opportunities, may it be for
discrimination, for being “alien”, or competence, they were not the only ones
looking for a more comfortable life for them. This was hard? Yes. You have to
have a will of steel in order to not to drop the ball, migration is a nest for
mixed emotions, but you can not give in to pressure.
Furthermore, always trust the
outcome, they say that you get what you strive to have, you can re-write the stars
if you propose to. My grandpa got a job in a company focused on agronomy, got
promoted over the years, and got to be the manager, my grandma, with his help,
opened a coffee shop, now famous for her will blackberries pie, that my aunt
sends us from the countryside. We keep in contact with our family there, some
came here to work, and some weekends we go there to clear our minds. The most
significant question is, was worth it? In my grandfather words “Hell yeah, I
educated myself, you grandma found her vocation, and we grew our own family, we
found an equilibrium with our lives before and after migrating, there were a
lot of tears, you can be sure, but, I would do it again if I had to”.
- Henry Mina
No comments:
Post a Comment