A conflict between two worlds

Intro: While doing this assignment I realized something about myself and that is that I’m in a constant battle with two worlds. This is the elephant in the room that I hadn’t notice before. Instead of writing about my ancestors and where I come from. I decided to write about my problem when I look in the mirror.

While looking at myself in my bedroom mirror, I see a young Hispanic. He has brown eyes, black hair, and brown skin. This Hispanic lives in a society that he doesn't belong to, despite the fact that its all he knows. The society that he is suppose to be apart of is a distant memory, that has blurred over time. He was born in Mexico but was raised in the United States his whole life. This is where the conflict arises.

I look more deeply into the Hispanic boy's eyes, and I see two worlds. In the left eye I see a Mexican flag, and in the right eye I see an American flag. These two worlds have one thing in common with the Hispanic boy, and that is that he doesn't seem to fit in either one.

The boy has the physical characteristics to fit very well in the Mexican world, but his lack of knowledge of his culture, sets him apart. When it comes to the American world, he knows it quite well but his physical characteristics set him apart.

The Hispanic boy longs to be able to fit in both worlds someday. Its a border/boundary that is quite difficult to overcome. But when he smiles, one can automatically tell that he is up for the challenge.

My name is Isaias Faustino but friends and family call me Toby. This is because my grandma called me that name a lot. This is my first time using a Blog account and it is quite confusing. I don't seem to have a good handle on this "yet", but I hope with time I get use to it.

I created this blog mainly for a class called Crossing boundaries. When I first heard the name of the class, I could see a relationship between it and my family. My family is originally from a small town in Puebla, Mexico. The town wasn't very wealthy and the chances of prospering weren't very good during the 1990's. So my family decided to migrate to the United States in search for a better future. They ended up staying in Goshen, Indiana ever since I was 2 years old.

When I hear this experience from my parents and uncles, I can see how they had crossed into a new boundary. Not only was it hard leaving family back in Mexico, it was even harder for them to adapt to this new world. This was due to them not knowing any English or anything about the culture. It was a struggle for them a few years but soon they got the hang of things. Also before you knew it, more of our family started to migrate because of this adaption.

So with all this being said, I am really looking forward to hear and learn more of people crossing boundaries. I find experiences like these very interesting!