One of the beauties about being a first generation American is being able to not only experience but also appreciate  different cultures.

Even though being a first generation has its pros it also has its setbacks.

One of the personal dilemmas that I face being Nigerian-American is the fact that I have not gone home yet. There are so many family members that I have not meet. So many stories I will never hear. Wedding, christianings, and even funerals that I have missed.  I have lost  grandparents, uncles, and aunts. I feel like a part of me that I have never known is slowly slipping away.  This past wekend, I lost another family member that I have never met-- my aunt who died of breast cancer. Whereever she is now I hope she is no longer suffering.

Hopefully, I have the opportunity to go back home this year before school starts and start new memories instead of holding onto the ones that I never had the opportunity to experience