Introductions and the start of everything

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My name is Yedinaroshka. I have lived in London for almost 10, almost because I was living there for 9 years but in my head I am still there. I have been living in Spain for the remaining 3 years. My family is, for the most part Spanish. My dad is Venezuelan and my mum was born in Madrid, Spain but was raised in Venezuela.

Yep this is me, super mixed. I never thought about it until I moved to Madrid. I had never thought of these things before. They aren't things you think of at the age of 10. Maybe it's just me.

My mum had said many, many times before that we were going to move to Madrid. It was just me who saw her as the boy who cried wolf, it wasn't going to happen but just as the story goes, the wolf does appear and scares the shit out of you.

I wasn't a studious person, which I now regret. I could have taken advantage of the education my parents wanted to give me yet I didn't and had to learn the hard way that studying is the only way in life. I'm still not exaggeratedly studious, I just now have a consciousness of the consequences of not knowing anything.

When I moved, I realised this immediately. The kids here in a private school were not only snobby but were super competitive with their studies, not in general but I think they saw me as the not so smart foreign girl who had come to their school for that one year.

It makes sense now looking back at it, that they would have that perspective. I didn't try hard enough to make people think other wise, as well as they were used to foreigners coming and being super chill and not so smart.

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