I think there are two struggles when one is coming into their own individuality, the internal and the external. I grew up in a suburban, New Jersey town where there was no crime or diversity into a traditional immigrant family. My desire to be more American caused an internal struggle, how to fit in while being proud of my heritage. I often struggled with this, seeing as my brother was so proud to be the son of Chilean immigrants. I just wanted to fit in instead of being picked on for speaking Spanish and having an uncommon name. The internal struggle of my identity lead to an external struggle with my parents when I decided to move to New York City. It’s diversity and broad acceptance of others attracted me, along with the excitement one can only find outside of the suburbs. My parents were horrified I hadn’t chosen to stay home and attend community college. I was the youngest child, taking on the traditional American college route, leaving home before my older brother had. Coming into my own life, I realized I didn’t want the life my parents had had. I wanted to live my life on my own terms. The decisions I make without any influence from my parents are still a source of tension between us. And the tension pulls me between living my life and living the life they want for me. The conflicts I have experienced with my parents require that I have a solid plan for everything I do, to ensure my individuality and independence are protected.