Twelve months ago today, I arrived in Europe. A place where I grew up and learned and experienced things that I would have never considered learning or doing in my own country. Yet today instead of reminiscing on my amazing memories and hating the fact that I was in HOT Las Cruces, I spent my day in a BIO class/lab and CEP class. I was running late, the air conditioner in my car is broken, and it was 105 F (40 C) degrees outside. No time to be sad. It was when I got home that I realized "today last year, I had arrived in Stockholm" A smile came across my face, as the memories went through my mind. It was then that I new I was going to be A-okay.
Transitioning from one life to another, and packing ones life into bags has been something that I could not comprehend. I mean it was Julia's life, Carlos's life, Krisi's life, My life and everyone else that left there homes for one year. Actual live's packed up and put at the bottom of an airplane or car. For the past 5 weeks that i have been home I have been hoping that someone other than Angie would understand what is going on in my head, but no one really understands around here. What has helped me these past few days was talking to a friend of mine that just moved his life to China. For a period a bit longer than my stay in Europe. He said he couldn't find his big bag and that he was just going to take a backpack for his whole stay. I remember saying that that was a little bit of stuff to take and that I took about 2 huge bags for just one year and he said yeah but you are a "girl." So true...I am a girl. As girls we tend to make a bigger deal of things that are actually so simple. For example, my mom got so upset the other day because I didn't rinse out the sink, my friend got mad at her guy friend for talking to another girl, and then my oldest friend in the world was worried of what purse to buy for her first day back to uni. All these things are things that we have chosen to do or to deal with and it is as simple as taking responsibility for the things we decided to do and not complain. After all it is what we decided to do.
This is exactly what Maelle told Dory, when she had just moved back home. And Dory told me this the weekend that I was coming home...but it took me until today, 5 weeks after my arrival, to understand that this is what I have chosen, I have chosen to come home and I will survive.
You never now, someday I might choose to pack my life again and set out for a new adventure with only a carry-on!
xoxo
Transitioning from one life to another, and packing ones life into bags has been something that I could not comprehend. I mean it was Julia's life, Carlos's life, Krisi's life, My life and everyone else that left there homes for one year. Actual live's packed up and put at the bottom of an airplane or car. For the past 5 weeks that i have been home I have been hoping that someone other than Angie would understand what is going on in my head, but no one really understands around here. What has helped me these past few days was talking to a friend of mine that just moved his life to China. For a period a bit longer than my stay in Europe. He said he couldn't find his big bag and that he was just going to take a backpack for his whole stay. I remember saying that that was a little bit of stuff to take and that I took about 2 huge bags for just one year and he said yeah but you are a "girl." So true...I am a girl. As girls we tend to make a bigger deal of things that are actually so simple. For example, my mom got so upset the other day because I didn't rinse out the sink, my friend got mad at her guy friend for talking to another girl, and then my oldest friend in the world was worried of what purse to buy for her first day back to uni. All these things are things that we have chosen to do or to deal with and it is as simple as taking responsibility for the things we decided to do and not complain. After all it is what we decided to do.
This is exactly what Maelle told Dory, when she had just moved back home. And Dory told me this the weekend that I was coming home...but it took me until today, 5 weeks after my arrival, to understand that this is what I have chosen, I have chosen to come home and I will survive.
You never now, someday I might choose to pack my life again and set out for a new adventure with only a carry-on!
xoxo
