Did you ever wake up one day and realise that you were born in the wrong place?
Was I born in the wrong place?
Growing up I had the typical American dream. I wanted the beautiful homestead, fell in love with the landscape. Fell in love with the accent and the way of life. Perhaps it has everything to do with the fact that I grew up watching American tv dramas. Perhaps I my soul was just born in the wrong location. This desire has continued and if anything grown as I have become an adult.
When I was 21 I decided I wanted to become an actor. I was shy, had low self-esteem and was possibly the most awkward person you had ever met. I threw myself in the deep end as I always do.
About 3 months into my acting journey decided to go to the states. In true me fashion, no passport, no money, no drama. Three weeks, a $5k bank loan and brand new passport later I was on my way. I may have had no luggage (I thought I was leaving the day after until 1 hour before check-in so no time to pack) Did I mention how unorganised I was?
So off I go on a plane. Having never been anywhere without my parents before but still, I decided to fly across the world.
My dad being so disappointed that I had taken out a personal loan to go on a holiday. How irresponsible! I agree that it was. But I also know out of the “irresponsible” financial decisions I’ve made, this was not one of them.
On those 10 days in the United States of America, I found myself in every way shape and form. When I came out of that holiday a brand new person. I had this newfound confidence, a joy that I had never felt and about 4kgs less because I ran out of money and couldn’t eat for the last few days.
It truly was the time of my life.
This morning I was watching a business webinar with Quianna Sanchez and showit. She mentioned that her ideal clients were country music loving, cowgirl boot wearing humans. I realised that my tribe were right there where she lives. I am unapologetically. If you climb in my car, you’re going to be listening to Kelsey Ballerini and Luke Bryant at a rather loud decibel. If you invite me to your wedding, you can bet your bottom dollar i’m going to be wearing cowgirl boots under my dress. I love that about myself. But I don’t love that i’m the only person I know that I can spend the night line dancing to country and western music.
Was I born in the wrong place? Was I just born to stand apart from the crowd?
My American dream
The American dream lives on in my heart. My desire to run away and become an American is not something that I think will ever go away. Sadly my American dream will sadly never come true because as much as I adore America. There are things about the culture that I, as a mother worry about. But I would be lying if I didn’t admit that the dream will most likely live on in my heart for as long as I live. Who knows maybe one day I’ll look my dreams in the eyes, take the bull by the horn and become an American country sweetheart.
Where do your dreams lie? I would love to hear!
All My Love