I am Americanizing
Cities, cars and money I am glamorizing. I’m hooked. I’m here in North America working labor, driving a Chevy, drinking coffee and beer, scrolling paychecks. I’m looking at the sky and dreaming, paddling in the lake and staring. I’m saying fuck a lot and even online gambling. I’m talking about downtowns and highways and buying Airpods. I’m eating burgers and sandwiches, bacon and sausages, vaping. Talking in English, moving apartments, forgetting patriotism and thinking of myself.
I guess I am Americanizing.
I grew up in a country with one major city, that too a capital: Kathmandu. The rest were towns if I look at them from a North American lens. Roads so narrow they feel like streets from here. I drove a car but hardly got to go beyond the third gear and hit break more than gas. See, I called accelerator gas.
I am surely Americanizing.
I didn’t have much money back in my country. The reason I say this is because whatever I earned or had, I divide it by 100 now and it feels insignificant. Once a mechanic told me my car needed 25000 Rupees worth of repair if it was to run again. More than ten items needed to be replaced or repaired. I was scared. I somehow paid for it, the mechanic worked on it for two days and the car ran. Ran well for a long time. But it was just 250 dollars. Here in Canada today, I get winter tires in double that…
