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Sara Gamachu

July 4, 2018

Take the time to remember this country was built on freedom for everyone not just one group. 

I remember seeing Lady Liberty and thinking about all the people that went through Ellis Island hoping and dreaming of starting their lives over.

It brought a tear to my eyes knowing that could have been my family.  I was in senior high at the time.

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Lately

Would they understand the new me that wants to make a change.

Would they understand that I wanted to succeed in my life and goals.

A year ago I was dealing with traveling in a different country than what I grew up in.

People expected so much and I just couldn’t live up to the expectations.

It got to be so hard that I spent a lot of time in my room wondering dreaming of a life.

I wasn’t sure if I could succeed in whatever might come my way.

I used to dream about having my own place and just enjoying myself.

Having people over and just living life just as it would be.

I would feel awkward when people asked about my son.

What could I say… I hope so.

You might wonder why I have been so quiet and reserved about him.

Because he is innocently brought into this world.

I can’t remember a lot of things.  What my heart and mind allow I am thankful for each memory.

Snuggling up to me after school…. that is what I remember the most.

Patting my head in that special way to say I love you mom.

I am trying to find my confidence that I lost a long the way.

When asked about my American accent with an Ethiopian body… I just respond that my accent got lost along the way of the Atlantic Ocean during my travels abroad.

As I ponder the thought of turning another year older I wonder about those days.

Walking around the Seahurst Beach and wading my feet into the cold water.

One of the few moments I have on video is my son reliving those same memories.

Only my dad was trying to keep him from the water and get too wet on a fall day.

Sara Gamachu

February 25, 2017

Answer: My Journey Through Life

It all started with a dream to write.  I love reading books and wonder if I can be the next Louisa May Alcott.  After rereading Little Women I knew that was what I wanted.  To be the Jo March of a new generaation.  I wanted to inspire and motivate from my own life.

Since I had a lot of time on my hands I thought why not do something positive. Write and chronicle my healing story.  Inspire others going through the same problems I have in my life.  Shed a little light on mental health.

My Journey Through Life is the prequel and this is the primary tale of starting over.  It makes complete sense.  People want to know about living in Africa.  Okay here are pictures and ideas of my life.  It all started in Addis Ababa in 1979.

30+ years later here I am in the same country just a lot older.  I am learning how to cope in a third world country.  How to heal from emotional wounds.  How to accept my heritage even the sad things. Especially how to cope speaking broken Amharic when my English is spoken too fast.

I am a proud Ethiopian American and these are my stories and outlook on life.  Most importantly this is my legacy for my son.