If you are reading this blog post you’ve probably seen some of my previous articles here and since October 2016 no sign from me. I’m okay my dear reader, I’m fine, just facing new and new transformations, every day. Probably every immigrant knows very well how chaotic is the life when we are still in the “Americanization” process.
Well, the truth is that my life and me changed a lot in the last 9 months. I’m still learning to be open and to accept everything that happens to me.
Before moving to another country, we all dream about changes, because we are bored about the routine, but when we literally face all those transformations that we wanted so passionately, we discover how painful is to change, how hard it is to adapt.
We, immigrants, do not like Holidays anymore, because we miss our sisters, brothers, parents and close friends tested for many years. Actually, we don’t accept so easy new people in your lives, as we did when we where kids and teens.
We do not like anymore romance books, we’d better prefer to read “The Art of War” and we switch from Ashton Kutcher as favorite actor to Anthony Hopkins.
We check less Facebook, just because we are far away geographically and we feel likewise, away from previous life, away from people in our past.
We talk less, we do not complain and we think more about building the new future. We still don’t know too much about democracy and we read a lot about politics. We prefer to work instead of celebrating Thanksgiving or Martin Luther King Holiday. We google the meaning of those important days.
We learn to embrace our loneliness, to love walk alone, watch a movie or eat alone. This way we listen more, we notice more.
We suffer often and sometimes we regret of being so courageous about changing our lives. But one day we understand this pain is making us stronger, this pain is making us the better version of ourselves. In this new life we are willing to make hard decisions, because it’s a must and because the rules are totally different.
This transformation’s pain, not in physical form of course, sometimes is making you unhappy, sometimes is making you proud of yourself. And damn, it feels good when you win small fights. And it feels even better when people living here like you because you are different.
When it feels hard abroad, please remember how they says in Romanian fairy tales: “and this child was growing in a year as much as others grow in ten”.