Being Boricua
It's ineffable describing what being Puerto Rican means to me, but I will do my best.
I wasn't born there, never visited, heck, I don't even speak Spanish!
Yet, somehow, I have a connection to that island that I feel in my bones.
I guess, it's because it's in my ancestry, my blood.
Growing up, I heard from my grandparents about the pride they have being Puerto Rican. Countless stories of what it was like growing up, the things they would eat, and the music they listened to.
I've heard so much about life in Puerto Rico that I could write a book on it.
And while I don't have those personal stories to share yet, I have my own Puerto Rican experience — a first-generation one.
And it's not always easy.
Sometimes, I'd even go as far as saying it causes a bit of an identity crisis
But at the end of the day, I believe that it's all about how you feel.
Nothing else matters.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and living so far away from your heritage makes you yearn for it more.
So yes, I'm proud to be Puerto Rican.
I eat the food, listen to the music, and give me some more time and voy a aprender a hablar Español!