We all are on a journey…full of delays, dead ends…with bright and beautiful views and storm clouds and darkness too. It seems like somewhere along this journey, I took a turn to find my way. Sometimes I felt tired or some other times I am full of energy. Either way, I didn’t stop. I just got settled down far away from what I used to call ‘home’…maybe too far….but I needed to move, it was truly the only way. Being far away from home, I became “that person” and I really can’t help it…that person I never liked before moving abroad, who obnoxiously compare things to a place in U.S., so much disconnected from my own traditions to still be able to understand certain things…From a distance it looks like I was forgetting my past or my roots….l am talking about that kind of person…and now…I am actually that person!!! Not proud but I do not hate myself for that…because now I know: it happened to everybody.
Maybe it’s just getting older, but I think part of it is moving abroad and seeing how other people live. Getting a glimpse into a different set of laws and rules makes me question and more closely observe what I have grown up with. And that is something you will always carry with you and what will define you as a person whenever you will choose to live in this world. In other words, whatever makes me…ME. Surely I might appreciate different things or develop new tastes and habits, but life abroad still has its stresses, ups and downs or heartaches. I definitely love my life abroad but I also love life home. There is good in it all. And the best is to set up your life the way you want to live it, despite what anyone or society deems as “right”.
‘cause in the end, all of us are on a journey…. full of delays, dead ends…with bright and beautiful views and storm clouds and darkness too…