Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Getting over the American dream

So I bought the dream the whole damn hamburgs worth.  You know the one, where you buy the house, have the dogs, have the new car, have debt to your ears and don't bother to save.  I did it.  I thought at the time that it meant I was a real American.  I was finally an American.  Growing up Mexican in American in the 80s meant alot of name calling and taunting from both sides.  I was never enough of either so I picked one and went for it. 

It's funny how you gain perspective after you have a child.  It's not about me.  It's about doing the best for Audrey.  So that means paying off bills.  First things first, we lost the house then we moved to Texas so I had to give up my wonderful job and just last night they repoed the car.  I'm not upset.  Audrey is healthy and happy.  I have everything I need.  God has blessed me.  So I give.  No more American dream now I just want to focus on Audrey.  If that makes me unAmerican then screw it, we'll move to Africa and hang with the !Kung.  I wonder how long it would take for me to learn that language?