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Suburbia Life - the American Dream

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teenagers in growing up in the suburbs of American cities are always dreaming of city life or of traveling abroad.  The sit on soft cushions at their bay windows overlooking the front yard as Father mows the grass, kicking up the sweet smell of newly cut grass, and they wonder what it would be like to be sitting in a Parisian Cafe or riding a camel over sand dunes.

Teenagers in other countries are walking to school in their stiff uniforms wondering what it would be like to go to school in America with an American education.  They wonder what they would wear if they could wear anything to school.  They crave American hamburgers but instead smile when Mom pulls out the Kimchee and steamed vegetables.  That’s okay, they think, I’m in shape compared to fat Americans.

Life is a box of oxymorons as I’ve discovered with every new day and every new adventure.

Suburbia Life

Americans want to escape their simple of life, but they have no idea what their life could be like otherwise.  Everyone else wants the simple American life.  Having a foot in both worlds, I would say American life is not as simple and convenient as everyone abroad wants to believe.  However, our life is far more simple and convenient comparatively to the Average Nguyen living in Asia or Pratta in India.  We are far luckier than we ever realize just because our passport reads: United States of America.

We get to live in neat little cookie, cutter homes with our manicured lawns, sheltering in the air conditioned interior while the rest of the world toil beneath the sun and come home to a fireplace.  This is the American Dream.  This is not my dream.  With a foot in both doors, I want to be able to taste the beauty and endure the hardships of both worlds to better understand why this is the American Dream.

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