My school bus was also my school

At the time of this writing, I’m 36 years old. By all accounts, my life is moving in the right direction. It’s a lovely and inspired life colored by profound moments of struggle; poverty at an early age; second, third, and fourth chances; civic opportunities; and countless blessings.

At the time of this writing, I’m a gay immigrant man who works in our nation’s Capitol as the publicist for a U.S. Congresswoman. I live in a decent part of Washington D.C., and I rarely worry about the things my mother worried about — that I would go to bed on an empty stomach, that I would not get a fair shot because of where I was born, or that someone would try to hurt me because of who I am.

At the time of this writing, I have someone in my life who I love with all my heart. All self-induced eye-rolls included, it’s a gift I never thought I wanted until I did. Like a lot of people my age — especially gay people — I grew up around the same time internet was growing up. Whether it was bulletin board chat rooms, the once-notorious, or Grindr, the internet was always the one constant that taught me about myself, dating, and gave me an important — if not daunting — preview of how the world would treat and understand me.

Like a lot of stuff in life, this blog is a work in progress. It’s a short and honest accounting of a kid who came to this country at 8 years old and fought every step of the way to find the American Dream he saw in movies. Every day he looks out the window of his office on Capitol Hill and he imagines a very different looking countryside from his past darkened by marks of poverty and violence, and the rusty school bus on bricks that once served as his preschool.

I hope you’ll stick around to hear and share this message.

Stay tuned for more…

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