Jayceon Kai Royale

Dream House

I was ten years old when I first wanted to be an architect. At the time, my immunization documents were completed to join my mother in the United States finally. My grandmother and I went to the embassy so I could get an interview as the final step to getting my visa approved. I remember sitting in what felt like the most oversized living room I had ever been in. I was way too short for my age, so I felt a miniature size green army doll. I looked up and could not look down for what felt like hours. The detail had me mesmerized. The walls were ivory white with high ceilings and columns in every corner. I felt as though I was in a house within a house. Squared tiles hung from the ceiling as it stood still. I don’t remember every detail because memories of me freaking out over the first time I got my period drowns it. I left the embassy with the lingering thought that I want to build something like this one day. To me, whoever could create something so big had a mental capacity most lack. The patience that older generations don’t seem quite to grasp. To me, whoever built that embassy had no fears, and I also wished to lack in that department.