An all-American world

Between America and Me

I was touched by this country even before I boarded the 17-hour flight that brought me to America. Growing up, my friends would go through whole bags of M&M’s, watch Hollywood films and dream of sunny California. We’d fantasize about free water fountains, and gosh, Mum, can we make those PB&J sandwiches, please? We’d discuss how Americans were perpetually in the future.
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An American abroad

Growing up in America, you can only ever wish to be an American, an identity which extracts as much as it promises. You have no choice in the matter, even if you will always come up short.
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