Krista Nakano
Bio
Mother of 3
Car Enthusiast
CrossFitter
Stories (8/0)
Communication
In this day in age, it's easy to loose yourself. With so many things changing, new technology, pandemics, hunger, homelessness, etc. I remember a time when things were simpler. When you could ride a bike without worrying about getting kidnapped, no cell phones, dial up internet, TV's that had huge antennas, no gaming consoles. All you had was you. You played in the yard with whatever you had available, you read books, you listened to CD's, you watched movies on VHS tapes, but most of all you talked. When did we loose that? When did verbal communication disappear? I honestly miss those days. I miss sitting at the dinner table, TV off, just eating and talking, no matter what it was about. Things have definitely changed a lot. You can't go to a restaurant without seeing literally everyone on their cell phones. We've become lost. Lost to the real world, we've become numb. The things that should bother us don't. Talking is a foreign concept. You have a problem, you post it on Facebook OR Instagram. You did something amazing (or what you thought was amazing), you post it on Facebook OR Instagram. Nobody calls each other to tell them the good or bad. Honestly, those were the best days of my life, just talking, communicating. I guess it's just easier now for people to communicate through social media. No matter what they are feeling, they show it through an emoji, a picture, a song, a text. Don't get me wrong I've fallen into that too. I've texted people when there was an issue, I've posted a story when something was bothering me. Times are just changing.
By Krista Nakano3 years ago in Humans
Loving Your Scars
We have all had scars at some point in our life, however there is a few scars that will always be worth it. As kids, we fall, scrape our knee, break a bone, it comes with the territory. Most of those scars fade over time, but there are some scars that you should be happy that don't fade and is a constant reminder.
By Krista Nakano3 years ago in Motivation
Growing Up Without A Mom Finale
After leaving my mom, everything was different. I felt a bigger void than the one that was already there. I missed her now more than ever. Since I left I felt like we talked every week, instead of every month. It was great to hear her voice, and just hear her say I love you. About a month later, my mom made arrangements with my aunts to have me travel to Vegas for Thanksgiving with her side of the family. Thankfully, my aunts agreed. The plan was to have me spend Thanksgiving with my dad's side of the family and travel to Vegas the following day to spend the weekend with my moms side of the family. I was excited and beyond grateful, I was going to see her again, sooner than I thought... OR so I thought.
By Krista Nakano4 years ago in Families
Growing Up Without A Mom Pt. 3
The year I turned 16... That is supposed to be the best year for a girl. You're finally old enough to drive, more responsibilities, you're just getting older, high school is almost over, and being adult is soon to follow. Everything you should be looking forward to as a young adult. However, my 16th year, was far from being the best year...
By Krista Nakano4 years ago in Families
Growing Up Without A Mom
What does it mean to grow up without a Mom? Let me share my story with you... When I was still in my mother's womb, my parents were in the process of getting divorced. My father was a...lets just say someone who loved to blow money that he didn't have OR at least that's what I was told as I got older. My father was not there when I was born and was only there once in awhile, we will get into that later. After I was born, my parents went to court for custody, initially my mother lost custody of myself and my two siblings. My father told the court that my mother was unfit and my father was awarded full custody of myself and my siblings. This intern destroyed my mother and put her into severe depression and anxiety over loosing her children. Down the line my mother got out of her depression and went back to court. She was awarded custody of my sister, since she was suffering from seizures. My father still had custody of myself and my brother. As I got older, my father reached out to his sisters, telling them he couldn't take care of me. At that point in time, my aunts (his sisters) became my guardians and raised me as their own. Once this had taken place, my mother remarried and moved to Georgia with my half brother and my sister, leaving me here with my relatives. I felt so lost and abandoned. I was surrounded by people who loved me and only wanted the best for me, but I always felt like a piece of me was missing. A part of me did blame myself, I always asked myself why, was I not good enough? was I a bad child? did she not love me? All the questions a young growing girl thinks about. As I got older, she was still a part of my life to the best of her ability. She called me once a month, sent me gifts on special holidays. She did try to be a part of my life, but that wasn't enough. I also had a little resentment towards her for leaving me. I also started building resentment towards my sister. Did she love her more? Was she more important? Did she have something that I didn't? I would have traded spaces with her in a heart beat. My sister and I were living two different lives, as her life wasn't always easy, mine was given to me on a silver platter. My family gave me everything I ever wanted (asian family), it was their way of showing love and only wanting me to have everything to make up for my mother not being around. Growing up I thought that was awesome, duh I was a child. I did have an easy life, I had everything given to me. I never had to work for anything. Down the line, my sister became jealous and resentful, I had everything she wanted, but the only thing I wanted was my mother, which she had. I would always tell her I would trade places with you in a heartbeat, just to have one day with my mother. In our early childhood years, it took it's toll and eventually, we stopped talking to each other...
By Krista Nakano4 years ago in Families