Monday, September 20, 2010

No estaba muerto, andaba de parranda

I have no idea how to start to re-write, but somehow, here I am. A line it's already something, right? I've been always looking to write, I even had tought of the title a couple of months ago... it's the name of a colombian folk song, it means: I wasn't dead, I was just partying. Great title but what about the content?

farm path, portes ouvertes sur les fermes de Québec 2009

I can not promise anything I might just not be able to keep. I don't know how often I'm going to write in the future. All I know, is that both my Barramejo and I are quite interested in continue to tell our story. It's true, it isn't such a great deal but we feel dued to left our experiences written somewhere, cause there has been so many twists in our lives and what today is normal for us tomorrow will be nothing but a memory, another tale lost in a chapter of an old yellow book.
Tents, les délices d'automne, 2009

All I can say for now to all those who wish to immigrate to a different country, those who already started the process or have receantly arrived and to make a sinopsis of our lives in this past year is this: your lives will continue to change in a dramatic way, everytime you succed and of course with every failure. Arriving at your destination is not the end of the book, is the begining! And if you touhgt that all the hard work was done you were wrong: the difficult part of immigrating is making the new land your home. That's a trully hard work. Getting your visa ladies and gentlement was just a piece of cake.

We are very very very happy. we're both working; we moved before our lease was over, we were blessed to host a friend at home, we have made lots of friends, we have travelled, we had our hearts broken, we have been often surprised... a year passes quickly but there are so many things left unsaid, how many lessons learned, how many laughs and how many tears dropped!

And if there's one thing I want you to remember is to never stop BELIEVING, TRUSTING. It doesn't even mathers if you make it to leave your country or not, the strenght of positive thinking, faith, the karmik forces, the yin and yang's balance or just luck if you are able to dream, if you really dream well you will end by making it happen. We're a proof of that. Of course, there will be cloudy days, but all in all we have exceeded our hopes.

So, we'll continue to read each other! (maybe) what I missed the most was reading other's blogs and I'm really glad to know they're still there and I hope to be able to keep telling our days so that you will understand all the reasons that kept us away from the blog.

But the title is a great clue, I feel just like a girl suffering THE hangover after a long night of dancing, singing, drinking and monkeying around who has to explain herself to her mother and even to her grandmother. Not a great feeling at all.

But still, it's amazing to live our lives with the joy of a party!

Corner between Forges and Royale street.