U.S.A.

America. It's a free country, where there's drugs, alcohol and sex out in the open, where you can see it. Where youngsters don't have respect for their elders and parents don't love their children enough to take care of them.
All these years, I've been trying to suppress and hide the part of me that's a remnant of my stay abroad. I've always tried to push it away, trying to keep it out of the eyes of others so I could fit in, but it differentiated me from them anyway. It's a difference that I feel more often than you'd expect, but today I'm going to be honest about that part of my life; I'm grateful for it.
Thanks America, for the beautiful beaches and the foggy mornings, for beauty that took my breath away. Thanks for introducing me to blond hair and blue eyes, telling me diversity is wondrous but we're all the same inside. It's the same ego and anger, the same happiness and love. You can spread your smile to anyone, and have the warmth rebounded right back at you. Thanks for teaching me that no matter how rich, talented, smart or talented you are, there's always one quality in others that makes them equal to you, so there's no such thing as a justified superiority complex. Thanks for teaching me to look into someone else's plate only to see if they have enough. Thanks for giving me Artur, Clifford and Aesop's fables at a young age, feeding me morals with entertainment like broccoli with cheese, so I could be shaped into everything I am now. Thanks for giving me the Children's Library that cultivated my interest in reading. Thanks for providing such an open atmosphere and freedom even at a young age to develop into anything I want and still be appreciated, and letting me choose exactly what I want. Thanks for teaching me about space bubbles and how not to get into someone else's aura, and keep others out of mine. We are born alone, we die alone, and the truth is, we also live alone. Anyone else can only support us, not take our pain. Thanks for showing me that it's okay to be open about sex, that it's nothing to be ashamed of. Thanks for showing me that stigma is detrimental. Thanks for teaching me to be logical and to think for myself, not follow what's already written down for me. I now don't believe in fate; I believe in writing my own. Thanks for giving me the freedom to choose my own faith, even if it isn't identical to my family. Thanks all of it, and a lot more. Thanks for being a part of who I am.