Meengla
Elite Member
Honestly, the greatest joy for me was not the material comforts after coming to America because on that count I was far more comfortable in Pakistan before coming to America. The joy after coming here was like a toddler discovering things around him. Everything seemed so interesting, scary, appealing, puzzling. It was really, really like a second childhood but well into my 20s/early 30s and I had a streak of independence in me which made me live alone and so the typical immigrant circle of guidance didn't exist for me much. So mistakes and learning. Can't say all that was stress free or cost effective but it was all worth it. I was crazy enough to had taken two long road trips to/from the southeast America to almost the northwest in old beat up cars. In one trip, the car made strange sounds and a mechanic probably in Utah said better turn back or you'd be stranded: So I turned back after watching the Old Faithful in the Yellow Stone NP. One of them was a solo trip and the other with a lady friend. Plus long solo trips in Amtrak and Via Rail Canada. Plus also living considerably on possibly the worst, seediest neighborhood in Canada: The East Hastings in Vancouver!! How many hookers, pimps, junkies I saw daily!! Even interviewed some of them but I won't share. I also have picks of birthday suit ladies and gents from an Iraq War 2003 protest in Vancouver. Some ladies were gorgeous!! Won't share!
