Dear Bono,
Today is my favorite day of the year. I love the neighborhood parades, the barbecues, the fireworks. It is a relaxing holiday, where people can do as much or as little as they like. No hype and disappointment that people find with Christmas. No, today is a great day. The day we celebrate America. A nation with its ups and downs, good, bad, ugly, and beautiful. I missed it when I lived in Italy. While I felt embarrassed on my train ride to Germany, where the Americans were loud, dirty, crude, and drunk while Germans slumbered peacefully in the opposite corner, I am glad to know I come from a land where people were raised to speak their minds. A land where people dream. A land with miles and miles of desert and miles and miles of concrete buildings. A land where different people still struggle to get along. A land where my ancestors found religious freedom, while later generations found religious oppression. A land, that despite me spending all but a year of my life on it, I still haven't quite figured out. America, thank you for continuing to intrigue me.
Sincerely,
JP
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