*I will not be including any of the pictures of my family and friends for their privacy*
Hey I’m Tina and welcome to my MEchakucha … hilarious, I know.
Today I will be sharing the things and people that are important to me and that define me the best.
Well it all began when my mom met my dad, they fell in love, decided to get married, had my brother, and immigrated to Canada twelve years later. My family were the first to ever immigrate so far away from Ukraine and I am genuinely grateful that they did.
So my parents had me. My mom was eight months pregnant when they came here, which now that I think about it, it isn’t that safe? But I am essentially a contrebande because I was brought here “illegally” (FBI open up) but the government can’t do anything about it anymore so sucks to be them.
Hopefully you can’t tell, but I was a rowdy child growing up. My best friend would stay over sometimes when we were babies and I would let myself and her out of our cribs to run around at one in the morning. And my mom had to tie my wrist to hers when we would go out in public so I wouldn’t run away, but I like to think that I’ve matured.
Some important people in my life are my family from Ukraine. I have the biggest, most amazing family I could ever ask for and I miss them everyday. I am so grateful that even though we see each other once every few years, we still have the closest bond imaginable. They have been there for me even if it wasn’t in person.
Now for the family I chose. I am so thankful for the people that have decided that they want to be my friend and have stayed with me for however long. My friends were there for me when, truly, no one else was. Thank you.
So this is a piano, and I have been playing it ever since I was five. Piano surprisingly really shaped me as a person and my piano instructor is the best lady I know. She watched me go through all of the prolonged awkward stages. I unfortunately won’t be going to lessons this year, and it is honestly one of the bitterest feelings.
Two hobbies that I absolutely love are writing and singing, both of which I do not excel at, but both of them provide me with comfort and happiness. I have found a new voice in writing that I didn’t even know I had and that I freak out my friends and family with. Especially my mom. She almost sent me to therapy.
But someone who is so important to me is my brother. He has always been a safety blanket for me and someone I know I could always rely on. Some know, but he has been the cause of most of my bizarre stories and the cause of many of my stitches. He is someone that I never want to be like but I wouldn’t change him one bit.
Speaking of my brother, he brought these things into my life, along with 50 parrots, 30 hamsters, and a goat. But my cat hates my dog, my dog gave birth a few years ago and that experience made me realize how much I don’t want kids.
But to wrap it up, I’ve been through a lot for my short life. From being pushed off a cliff to ouija boards, I’ve done it all. I am so thankful that each story had a safe ending and that each experience provided me with new wisdom and stories to tell my friends. I wouldn’t take back anything.