I never gave up on my dream of going to California for college, no matter how absurdly far-fetched the idea seemed at some points in my life. Some people didn’t believe in me, told me I won’t make it there, but here I am, going to my dad’s alma mater and one of my top college choices. My hard work in high school paid off with a decent portfolio that not only gave me a full ride to my dream school but also an offer to join their exclusive honors program. Someone who was very close to me at one point in my life told me that he admires my willpower to carry out what I’d set my mind on, that a dream is not just a fantasy for me but a goal. I’ve made my parents proud for what seems to be the first time in my life; I gave them something to brag about to their friends. I kept close to the ones that believed in me and my dreams and treated me with respect, and mustered up enough courage to let go of those who didn’t. Now, the west coast is my newest humble abode, and my biggest dreams have become reality.
Went into downtown San Francisco, had brunch at a cute lil restaurant, went to the Union Square where I spent way too much money, went to the Golden Gate bridge (and tried) to take pictures, visited the Exploratorium, went to the Fisherman’s Wharf where I had a delicious salmon dinner, then window shopping at Pier 39. Real touristy shit today. I’m exhausted. Can’t wait for tomorrow when I’ll actually get to hang out with people my age! Moving in on Sunday. Yayayay.