It’s still dark and cold, and the day has that New Year Smell about itself, that smug quality that all brand new things irradiate.
I want this to be a better year than the four that preceded it. I want this slavery to end; I want to be a part of the society I am living in; I do not want to be a misfit any more. Huddled together in the same room with people that busily chatter in their native tongue, unwilling to give up the only culture they appreciate for the one that gives them only money, not values. Put into the same pot as terrorists.
I chose to live in this country because I love its values, its society, its choices. I wanted a chance, and here I got one. For this, I will be eternaly grateful to America. Now it’s a matter of finding that I want it all, not just the money. I want to be a part of it, I want to be able to say that I chose it consciously. I want to tell my people back in Europe that I am much happier here, that all their stories of despair are not true, that this is the better way to go.
That’s what I want my New Year to be. The end of a time of transition, the beginning of the rest of my life.