“Survival mode” was basically my family’s first few years as new immigrants before we managed to move on from that stage. I don’t think we even had “6-figures”, far from it.
Now the entirety of America get to experience what is it like to be an immigrant lol.
Still remember in Brooklyn, I was in elementary school. I was in an afterschool program than ran until 6PM, I was just waiting, as the clock ticking… minute and minute goes by, other kids get picked up from school. Until there are only a few kids left, then someone enters the cafeteria where us kids were waiting, I thought is that mom?, but it was someone elses parent… this goes on and on… until I was the only one left. But my mom still hasn’t come. 6:30PM. I was so afraid CPS was gonna get involved. Authorities were terrifying for me as a kid. I mean, who knows, immigration status could’ve been at risk. This scene repeats itself very often.
Mom had work until very late, so get picked up very late. Not always the last one, but always very late, the last few, but then there are days where I get very ublocky and end up being the last one to get picked up.
I get so anxious and scared and felt so alone, until my mother shows up.
You can guess why I eventually end up with depression.
I’m not going to give them the benefit of ‘survival mode.’ If you’re breaking even in a million dollar home you are not the same as someone breaking even in a studio.
My siblings and I have slept in a car. We have slept for weeks in a hotel room. We have been to shelters and we have lived with grandparents while mom got on her feet. We had Christmas in the back seat of a 90s Lunima. While I don’t wish it on anyone, I won’t give someone that has to reduce spending an inch in terms of hardship. Even in this economy 6 figures is manageable if you live frugally.
I understand your point and i seriously empathize with what you have been through but Every house no matter how dilapidated is around a million within 2 hours of SF, Silicon Valley, Seattle, LA ….ect. I agree with all your points except I don’t think a million dollar house is extravagant near any metro these days. A lot of families in these areas are extremely house poor and stretched thin. They are a lot closer to living in their cars than people realize.
Hey, it sounds like we’re twinsies! Right down to having ‘Christmas’ (if you could call it that, haha!) in the back seat of a '90s Lumina! That’s a wild coincidence. I understand where you’re coming from.
I genuinely hope things are better and more stable for you all nowadays. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Internet hugs to you, if you want them. 🫂
“Survival mode” was basically my family’s first few years as new immigrants before we managed to move on from that stage. I don’t think we even had “6-figures”, far from it.
Now the entirety of America get to experience what is it like to be an immigrant lol.
Still remember in Brooklyn, I was in elementary school. I was in an afterschool program than ran until 6PM, I was just waiting, as the clock ticking… minute and minute goes by, other kids get picked up from school. Until there are only a few kids left, then someone enters the cafeteria where us kids were waiting, I thought is that mom?, but it was someone elses parent… this goes on and on… until I was the only one left. But my mom still hasn’t come. 6:30PM. I was so afraid CPS was gonna get involved. Authorities were terrifying for me as a kid. I mean, who knows, immigration status could’ve been at risk. This scene repeats itself very often.
Mom had work until very late, so get picked up very late. Not always the last one, but always very late, the last few, but then there are days where I get very ublocky and end up being the last one to get picked up.
I get so anxious and scared and felt so alone, until my mother shows up.
You can guess why I eventually end up with depression.
I’m not going to give them the benefit of ‘survival mode.’ If you’re breaking even in a million dollar home you are not the same as someone breaking even in a studio.
My siblings and I have slept in a car. We have slept for weeks in a hotel room. We have been to shelters and we have lived with grandparents while mom got on her feet. We had Christmas in the back seat of a 90s Lunima. While I don’t wish it on anyone, I won’t give someone that has to reduce spending an inch in terms of hardship. Even in this economy 6 figures is manageable if you live frugally.
I understand your point and i seriously empathize with what you have been through but Every house no matter how dilapidated is around a million within 2 hours of SF, Silicon Valley, Seattle, LA ….ect. I agree with all your points except I don’t think a million dollar house is extravagant near any metro these days. A lot of families in these areas are extremely house poor and stretched thin. They are a lot closer to living in their cars than people realize.
Hey, it sounds like we’re twinsies! Right down to having ‘Christmas’ (if you could call it that, haha!) in the back seat of a '90s Lumina! That’s a wild coincidence. I understand where you’re coming from.
I genuinely hope things are better and more stable for you all nowadays. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Internet hugs to you, if you want them. 🫂
Maybe you are actual relatives?