My first “home” in the United States was a college dormitory. The English language school was located on the hillside of a small private college in Oakland. After spending one night in a downtown San Francisco hotel, I took a cab to the campus. The drive passed through parts of the city I had once…
I’ve come to believe that when I am moving in the right direction, doors tend to open without much force. When I am moving in the wrong one, they don’t — no matter how hard I push. Even if the first door opens, the second one stays locked. After I set my intention to leave…
The day I turned the page of an English grammar book I had almost forgotten I owned became a turning point in my life. At the time, I had no idea how significant that small action would be. I couldn’t have imagined that my life in the United States would one day exist because of…