Where are You From??

Where are you from?

I am from foreign countries.

From not knowing the language, to never shutting up.

To “Everyone out of the van. It’s the only bathroom break for the next five hours.”

I am from Family Night traditions.

From candy land and Cranium Brain Breaker.

To “It’s MOVIE night! Everyone in the study!”

I am from deceivingly bad smells in the kitchen.

From Tuesday night Tacos, and Sunday Night Jambalaya.

To weekly outings to Chino, or sometimes “No eating out, I’m on a diet this week.”

I am from a divided-family.

From Tar-heels VS. Wolves

To “I'm a Tar Heel born. I'm a Tar Heel bred. And when I die I'll be a Tar Heel dead. So it's rah rah Carolina-lina. Rah rah Carolina-lina. Rah rah Carolina-lina--rah rah rah!”

I am from a big family.

From big meals and big get together, from big love to big people.

To, “It’s so glad to see you, Valerie. Your so big!” to “I’m Marybeth not Valerie.”

I am from the Eagles.

From eagles to flying in the knight.

To “Hey, Your Valerie’s little sister.”

I am from an obsessed generation.

From makeup tutorials, slutty dresses, boy bands and you tubers.

To “Hey, did you see xbeautywithkatiex’s new video last night? She totally looked cute in it.”

I am from Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez.

From Michael Jackson being the King of pop, to Justin Bieber trying to hard.

To, “As Long as you love me, we can be starving, we can be poor.”

I am from a slacking generation.

From being too lazy to work, or too tired to complete a night’s homework.

To, “I am too tired to work. Please go over for me!”

I am from a looked obsessed generation.

From too skinny models, to people becoming famous for being 200 pounds.

To “I look so fat in that picture! Redo it! Suck it in ladies, suck it in.”