I’m planning on posting some of my comics. Any recommended websites?

Side note: I’m currently working on two posts and a movie review/analysis 🙂

Stay tuned!



I feel that language is such a complex yet utterly beautiful thing. I have told some people that if I could have one superpower it would be the ability to know all the languages and dialects. I would love to speak, read, and write in languages that I know and in those that I don’t. I find it interesting how different sounds mean certain things in one but may not mean anything in another. I spend time thinking about how languages came to form, and I try to learn as much as I can. I wonder how many people think of these things.

Throughout my years I have learned Spanish, English, French, Italian, Chinese (Mandarin), and American Sign Language. Sadly, the only ones I have fully learned are Spanish and English. I know enough Italian to survive a month in Italy and being lost in Italy. With French, I essentially forgot everything I learned. I was always too shy to talk in French and too shy to show any of my writing. The Mandarin I learned was very basic. And I’m currently trying to learn American Sign Language whenever I can.

Some time ago I had a realization.

I can’t remember what I was doing when this realization came to me. One day it hit me that even though I am fluent and native in Spanish and English, I would much rather write in English. I wondered why and I began thinking. I realized that this depends on my setting and to whom I am talking.

Still, I wondered why English comes easiest to me for some things. Part of it is because growing up I went to bilingual schools. I was born and raised in a Spanish-speaking country and the bilingual schools I went to were focused on teaching English. I was brought up with the idea to practice English whenever I could, and for the longest time, I felt that my English was better than anyone else’s in my grade.

Pretty arrogant, right?

It embarrasses me to think that I used to be that way when I was in elementary. In addition to this, as the perfectionist that I can be at times, I would only want to listen or read things in English because I wanted to be the very best. I wanted to be different from everyone else. I didn’t even start paying attention to the Spanish language until later when I moved to a different school.

For the longest time, I thought that this was my reason for preferring English over Spanish. Perhaps it is, or perhaps it is not.

It wasn’t until I left my home country that I realized that English wasn’t “easier”, it was just that Spanish held more importance to me. I have yet to find the correct words to describe this rationale but Spanish, for me, holds a lot of importance.

For me, the Spanish language represents the things I hold dear. The Spanish language encompasses things such as my feelings, my memories, my experiences, my people, my stories, and my history.

This doesn’t mean that English isn’t important to me because it really is important. Perhaps this is something that has occurred to me as I have grown older, but I feel that I appreciate the Spanish language more now than I did when I was younger.

I want to learn more about these two languages and discover what they reveal about me. Maybe I will find the answers someday.

Welcome and thank you :)

I finally did it.

I finally decided to create a blog for what seems like the 10th time… only this time I really did it. I can’t write how I feel, think, or even how much courage it took to do this. All I can manage to write is “thank you”.

I want to thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read this. I really appreciate it.

I can remember the first time I created a blog for it was the summer of my thirteenth year and I didn’t know much of anything. Truth be told, I still don’t know much but I believe that I know more than I did seven years ago (time flies!). I now have a clearer idea of what I want to write, create, do, and share.

I think that what got me into doing this is the idea that in a month I will be leaving my “teens” forever and will be entering my twenties. This thought is scary but exciting because new adventures will arise.

In the last couple of months, I have been thinking and contemplating almost all the time. I still don’t know what path I want to take but I have hopes that my reflections will allow me to gain a sense of direction as well as understand the world and myself a little better.

I will be sharing with you dear reader my everyday adventures and misadventures, my thoughts, my curiosities, my comics, and my stories and the stories of those who in one way or another have shaped me into becoming myself.

Originally, I was going to write a little background about myself such as name, place of birth, favorites, etc., but decided against it because I feel that doing so would take away from this experience. I will let you, reader and friend, discover these as I discover myself and those around me.

I want to thank you once again for stopping by and taking the time to read this. 🙂