“A standard flat-white with almond milk and a dark-chocolate cookie” -I said. It is one of my most common orders when I visit a coffee shop. I am trying to think at why was this the first thing I thought of sharing when I sat to write about my day -dear, reader. I believe I did not think twice how to order that in Romanian.
So, it has been seven years. “Do you like it here?”, “How is it in Peru?”, “Are you married?”, “Do you live alone?”, “Do you have any children?”, “Why did you come here?”, “Wasn’t it better in other countries?”, “Is it that bad in Peru?” Oh well, so many questions I’ve had to answer quite more often than I would have ever wanted.
No, I’m not writing this post to answer those questions either. I’m doing a check-in in here. I just want to let you know that I learnt Romanian, that no gipsies stole anything from me, and I am happy here!
Do I like it all the time? Of course not. But I am ready to see all the good things the future holds for me -together with all the uncomfortable challenges that life brings.
One of my sisters told me once that it does much for my soul to admit that sometimes it would be easier to be back home instead of trying to build my life on my own and achieve everything I want to. She is right. Acknowledging those feelings makes me feel more of a human and makes it less frustrating than trying to be a hard-shell man.
Alright, so what with this post? Nothing, it is just autumn. The leaves have started to fall, the trees are showcasing their new color pattern. The wind blows. There’s a freshness in the air. There’s tears in my eyes. Glad to be alive. Glad to have made good choices -in spite of all my wrongs. Glad to have family and friends that have my back. Glad to know that I have never been lucky, I have been loved.
There you go, go have your coffee/tea/beer/wine/water. And throw a thought out there for me.
Migratory Bird 