This is what I wore to work on the 4th of July this year. Some people where I work made fun of me for it. Growing up a fat kid - I can take a joke if it’s funny (and 100% of the time I will make more jokes about myself than anybody ever could) but what they were saying under their breath were not jokes. They were laughing AT me…
I don’t care at all about that, nor do I care about what they said - I love America. I have ever since I was four years old and I always will.
The first movie I ever saw in the theatre was ‘An American Tail’, and it literally changed my life. Suddenly there was a place that existed where someone who was lost felt like they belonged, a better place filled with other people who were not originally from there and despite all their differences they all wanted the same thing.
That movie warped my (at the time) tiny perspective, and I will forever hold onto it because I simply cannot ever let go of that belief.
I know that America is not perfect, no country is (sorry Canada!) and the irony of wish fulfilment is not lost on me, because even if I somehow legally was able to live there - no one would ever consider me as an American. My television appropriated accent is immediately both weird and strange to them, while here in Europe my accent sounds American, instantly making me the thing I want to be the most while not being from there.
Is it more patriotic to represent the place you love eternally from the outside?
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
A little over a month ago, I was unofficially made the “designated designer” for the casino department where I work. I was then given the task of creating the web, mobile and tablet designs for the World Cup promotion they would be running during the tournament.
It has been going for exactly a week now, and while it hasn’t blown up or anything, I couldn’t be more humble (and yet proud) about it. I’m on track to become a senior designer, and while I don’t know what that will bring, I hope I can rise to the challenge