Speaking of stretching. Here are some I entertain myself with:
I was talking to a friend today about loneliness and it got me thinking about my immigration to America. I have no family here and in a city like Los Angeles, how do you really find friends? Most people come and go, just like me landing here with a dream which either breaks or makes it. Most of them have families in another state so they are just a flight away. For me, I left everything and put it all on one card. I remember the first year.. It was sleeping on the floor, living off tuna and carrots from 99 cents store, the only steady element in my life was training at Golds. The money saved up to start all over was going down each month and at that time I had no permanent residence card, just a journalist visa, so it limited the work opportunities a lot. I remember I was sick for a few months in some weird “getting used to the germs in LA” but I could not just walk in to some clinic like we do in Sweden, I was to scared of being in need of treatment which would make me broke!
The only steady element during the first year or two in America was my training. It calmed down the anxiety about not making it here so I had to return home. It was my worst nightmare, having to return back home. And knowing that I actually had no right to be here, just a desire to be here, was a constant threat. What if I was rejected to stay here… So, I am so thankful I was one of the privileged who was welcome to live and work here as long as I want to. I love this country.