Why I Will Never Live In America Again

At precisely 3: 04 on a Tuesday afternoon( I know this because this meant that I was going to miss the next train residence) on a street corner in Barcelona two grown-up humen, one Egyptian, and one American, began to dance and hug. After we terminated down, and my friend caught his wheeze, I dug in for some of the details, chiefly wanting to know when, where, and most importantly, why.

Yet to take one tread on American grime, my friend is prepared to leave everything he knows to live the American Dream, because in his middle he fully believes that if he does his best, and takes advantage of the opportunities, he will be rewarded with the life he has dreamed of since he was a little boy .

I applied myself in his sit. Seven years ago, my parents came to Barcelona for the first time to visit me and converge my soon-to-be wife for the first time. Realizing how special the girl beside me was, and recognising how happy I was in my new dwelling, my papa leaned over to me and announced, never come home.

At the time I was too busy falling in love to really think that far ahead. But this recent discourse with your best friend has resurfaced the notion that I will most probably never live in America againand it has been playing over and over in my subconsciou. Poignantly for me, it means that I will most likely be the only exposure my lad has to America and all it has to offer.

Despite being extremely happy where I am and knowing that I am better suited for life in small town Catalunya, I miss America. Everyday. Below are the four main reasons why.


The first time I moved dwelling I was greeted by the smell of Cinnabon, and then by the seeing of my mothers. I hugged Cinnabon firstly. It was splendid. I later learned that in America, fast food fellowships in airports actually scatter incenses that smell like nutrient to entice travellers to stop in and eat something.

Later that trip, twice I discovered myself standing in front of the ice cream alley for more than fifteen minutes, scared of you that I would conclude the erroneous decision and waste one of the few seasons I could eat something with more than two parts. In Spain there is no cereal aisle, really a few containers and in the majority supermarkets BBQ sauce is singular.

I get the whole, why have more, when what we have works? attitude, but at the same season I am American and 100% relate to the logic of, why be brought to an end?

Other conspicuous incongruities in no particular fiat that meet me smile when thinking of Ole LadyLiberty

Getting consumed before watching other beings sweat( aka boasting occasions ). Millionaires becoming minimalists. Girl Scouts selling Thin Mints in front of medical marijuana clinics. 21 year aged life instructs. All your food on one layer. Sauces to compliment marinades. Sweatpants in public. Fried Oreos. Fried Twinkies. Fried everything. 4 kinds of meat on one sandwich. Not abusing the metric organization and underlining the fact that miles and pounds actually make sense. Meatballs too big for any human mouth. Chief Happiness Officers. Vegas. Texas. Yoga and aircraft brew. Haircuts and ship beer. Whiskers and ship brew. Same outfit pedigree paintings. Children put in pumpkins for Thanksgiving photos. I desire it all.

Please leave a comment in the section below to keep it germinating the inventory of all the glorious situations that realise America so stinking beautiful .


It is not the amazing municipals and incredible terrains, but oaths like kindness and generosity that show up time and time again when describing a immigrants know touring America. From gas station attendants to bartenders and servers. From bank clerks to ended strangers on wall street, beings seem generally interested in the lives of others. The friendlines and overall goodness that Americans display to visitors has done more for the stature of America than any controversial chassis( this top can now be debated ).


America was built on the intrepid character and by people who were willing to make their own future into their own hands to develop something of their own, and this attitude is still alive and well and living in the hearts of most Americans.

On a recent business excursion to the US, my business collaborator and good friend( shout out Alberttttt ), said this entrepreneurial spirit first hand and was blown away. When he made this up to a pal, Leah Gabriel, her response was immediate and dead-on, This is America. This is what we do.

In Spain I am hitherto to live on a street that is not identified after an craftsman or writer. In America many of the biggest attractions are named after industrialists and business people. This may seem frivolous, but the idea that people are molded by their culture is real and if you want to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and make something precious, America is the best region to do that.


I recently requested a few friends here in Spain about starting a journal golf-club or accountability group and I was met with crickets, I make one person even fell asleep after I said the word, club.

Living in a situate where life is not defined by your work designation does thinks for your delight positions. Still, I miss the idea of accountability spouses, Tony Robbins, and people being crazy enough to actually believe that they can change the worldand actually doing just that.

Originally I started to write because I thought it would be good for me and my profession. But it made really one clause for me to learn the real rationale. After every announce, close friends, old friends, relationships, even strangers and people who I did not speculate actually even liked me, have reached out to show their corroborate, and to crowd me in on what is happening back home and in their lives. Kids, interval, direct, life, and they are still taking the time to tell me that they have my back.

I may never live in America again, but I am is fine with thatI have by my surface the two beings in the world who have given me the talent of being me. Whats more, had I not left, I would not have had the privilege of looking America from both sides of the silver. And you know what? Its stirred me love it even more.

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