Tuesday, March 24, 2009

When your life changes ( first day)


I have had the opportunity to move from a country to another a few times.
The first time I moved was from my own native country and I was 19.
My heart was full of emotion; I knew that this moment was the end of a chapter of my life. The time when I went to high school lightheartedly was over. I was leaving my culture, my language, my society code, my friends and part of my family.
I still remember how much I cried on the airplane.

13 years have passed and I moved again.
This time was different, even though it was still a challenge.
This time I was not alone and this country was my wife's place.
America!!!! USA or Estados Unidos as I first learn to call this country.
In my mind I had a lot of pictures, some of them controversial.
Growing up in Latin America the USA had been discussed often politically around me.
But, are all the people in this country as I heard?
.......
The airplane landed at Orlando
Airport. Europe was behind.
All our baggage arrived and my in law's were waiting for us. It was night and we drove for half an hour. I could see
the wide streets, the high buildings light up, and a lot of traffic.
We arrived home and after a wile we were tired and went to sleep.

It's interesting when you sleep; there is not place, and there is not time. You just have not concept of what is going on around you, you are like "non exist", and you don't know where you are.
The light of a new day woke me up. Were am I? The last time I remember I was on bed at Florence. Outside the window it was a beautiful garden whit a tree more than 250 years
old. The building that I lived in existed before Columbus discovered America.
Now I look outside the windows and see a young palm tree and all the houses look the same from outside.
I think and I understand.
I'm in a new space, I'm in an other "story".
This is a different county, with a different experience.
I breathe deeply and smile...
Anyhow there are common points as every other place in the world; everyone that live here have a need of joy, peace, love, respect and hope, like me.





2 comments:

carolinelovesyoumore said...

This is wonderful! Thank you!

Ludmilla Abdalla said...

He writes like a poem...good jog!! ;)