So, because my blog, podcasts, Instagram and other means of social media is gaining a lot of momentum, I think it’s time to finally introduce myself on a scale no one ever has.
This was the shambolic childhood. However, it sounds all bad, and I completely understand from your point of view, but this turned out to best the greatest blessing ever in my life. Those Christmas morning of 93, 94, and 95 were some of the best of my life. My grade school was amazing, wonderful friends, and I was introduced to one of the greatest eras of music in humankind (1990’s), along with Sega Genesis and Super Nintendo. Let’s not forget that.
From 2000-2006, my mother did an amazing job. We had our transgressions when power got cut off in late 2003, but my mom did everything in her power to restore it (just a day later). I’m super grateful for that. After choosing to go to college, then demoting my “choice of major” even more (going from Orthodontics, to Dental Hygiene, to Dental Assisting), it was another great blessing.
Satomi Nakagawa, who visited me in 2008, fell to her knees one evening and cried: “I’m never going to see you again.”
She was distressed because the potential of not seeing me again. In that moment came a promise, “don’t worry, I’ll come to see you.” I’m not exactly sure if I said next year, but it ended up happening next year when I had the idea of traveling abroad. BOOM!
Two months after booking a trip, I saw Satomi again and Kingsford International Airport. The importance of this trip, seeing Darling Harbour, Blue Mountains, and going to Bondi Beach…..was when a seed had blossomed within my mind. When this happened, I was never the same again. Living in America was no longer exciting to me (Las Vegas, but let’s be honest, it’s all boring — sorry). I visited again in 2010 (Melbourne) and met some Mauritians and Indonesians. One morning I walked along St. Kilda beach and then I decided “I’m moving here next year.” I told my mother after coming back, and she got teary-eyed. It was the sign of change, but at the same time, she knew i had to go after what was mine in the universe. Sure enough, 2011 came rolling around and the last time I felt like I saw my mother was when she gave me a hug, cried, and drove off in a car.
Psychological battles galore. I questioned myself about having a personality that wasn’t suitable for Aussies. I was too personable; too charismatic; too funny. Just too out there in general. I remember running down to a harbour area in Lane Cove (north of Sydney) and saying to myself, “they don’t like me here. Why don’t I have a girlfriend?”
Fast-forwarding that particular situation to my present situation, I’m single — 7 years later.
Rewinding back to that moment….I told a Colombian friend and she said, “Arsenio, you have one of the most beautiful personalities. Don’t worry about these people.”
That was that moment.
I would need that 5 years later when I got into the biggest psychological battle of my life.