Letting go of success and wealth for the real pursuit of happiness
The first time I realized I came from a working class immigrant family was when I was six. I had gone shopping with my mom and aunt when we decided to pop into an open house for a property we could never afford. The moment I laid eyes on that big blue two-story home something in me changed. It became one of many defining moments of my life, and from then on I became obsessed with the traditional version of the American Dream.
May 25, 2016

