Almost Everything, Almost.

I want to be rich.

Stupidly rich.

I think then I would have ticked all the boxes

and I will finally be happy

but I already know

when I become rich

there will still be one more thing I lack

and I will want it

and when I get it

I still won't be satisfied.

When I was in my country

I wanted so bad to come to America.

This is the land of opportunity.

I did the applications.

I worked so hard.

And I finally did come.

When I got it, I was so happy.

I am going to go to America.

I am going to change my life.

Now I am in America

and all I want to do

is go back to my country.

So I went to Yale.

At Yale, all I wanted

was to finish.

Now I have finished

and all I can do is wish

I could go back in time.

With all the confidence I have now,

all the courage,

the information

I think I would have been

a great student.

When I was homeless

all I could think about was a house.

We found one.

It was full of cockroaches.

And I wished we had more.

Then we found more

no cockroaches,

cheaper than the one before.

We moved.

And now all I can think about

is leaving.

Connecticut was unfair to us.

We prayed to leave for a long time.

We left.

Now I am in Ohio.

Nice and clean apartment.

All I can think about

is going back to Connecticut

because at least there

it was welcoming.

It was safe.

Now I am here.

I used to have nothing.

Now I have almost everything.

We live paycheck to paycheck

so I am still not happy.

And all I want

is to go back to Connecticut.