When you are born one place and then grow up in an entirely other place, country-wise, your life is a struggle to figure out who you are.  Are you where you came from or are you what you became because of fate?

As human beings, we want to be a part of something.  I’ll be damned if people tell me that they don’t want to be part of a group.  We all want to be part of a group, even if we will fight tooth and nail to let people know that we don’t want to be part of a group.
Three years ago, I choose my group.  I became a US Citizen and it was one of the happiest days of my life.  I was a part of something.  I am a part of something now.

America’s birthday was yesterday and I was a part of it.  Just like I wanted: