“Where are you from?” A typical question I get around here when people hear or read my name. The answer, obviously, is always the same. “Puerto Rico.” People’s reaction to my answer is usually always the same. “How’s everything back there?” “Is your family okay?” “Were you there when it happened?” Yes, I was there …
As I mentioned on a previous blog post, moving all the way from Puerto Rico to Syracuse was a whole new adventure for me. The change was huge, but I knew it had to be done if I wanted to fulfill my dream of becoming a broadcast journalist. Now it was time for the real …
A week was the most I had ever spent away from my family. Now I was going to embark on a journey that would require me having to leave everything and everyone behind and basically start from scratch. To say that I was terrified is a major understatement. At times I thought about not doing …