Tuesday, 30 September 2008
A leaving note
And so I stand before this door. There is light behind it, and I know whatever awaits me ahead can only be good, in its good and bad, if you know what I mean. It can’t be otherwise, for the road that led me to this point was a good road… And I just can’t help smiling when I look over my shoulder.
I think this is the first time after I moved out into my “adult life” that I have been able to reconnect my past, present and future in such a profound emotional way. I used to be very aware, in every meaning of it, but somehow somewhere I stopped having time for these moments of being with myself and seeing the big picture. In this past year – which had been one hell of a year for me!!! – certain situations and certain people have influenced it to return, or maybe it’s just ‘cause I finally had time – 2 months of being absolutely, blissfully, full-time jobless (and literally so!) Universe knows I needed it so badly, and there I was… It has been a healing, “cleansing” experience, the one of regaining my peace at last. And I know now I can go ahead and start living this new chapter of my life without that much of excess baggage. I’m taking my flight to the UK in a couple of hours, so I just wanted to say THANK YOU before I leave…
To the dark times of my most recent history that didn’t break me, however much it seemed close at times.
To the other times of this same recent history that took me to the heights of happiness and that I will never, ever forget.
To the matooke of Kampala, stillness of Lake Vic, craziness of Nairobi, long beaches of the East coast, elephants of the Samburu plains, churches of Rome, long road to Kilimanjaro, snows of the Himalayas, that night at the Golden Temple, those many truly eternal moments in the blue and green of Mauritius...
To my parents' faces when they met me at the airport and to mom’s support and selflessness.
To the train trips and the endless lands of my country.
To grandma’s food and grandpa’s lectures on politics.
To waking up at 1 p.m. and not feeling guilty about it.
To the old friends that never really changed.
To the get-togethers with their kids around, all grown-up.
To the unlimited mobiles and gtalk. (Oh, and to the odnoklassniki.ru of course, a special one!)
To the dreaming autumn of my city, and to its 600 years.
To beer and smoked fish.
To the 14 year-old me, who so thoughtfully ensured that I always have a blueprint of my dreams for reference, whenever I need it (and to them my old diaries!)
To the childhood memories that started to come back, in their full colours, smells and sounds.
To growing up (a bit).
To the adventures I lived.
To the people I loved.
To the lessons I’ve learned.
To Something To Hope For.
Amen.
I think this is the first time after I moved out into my “adult life” that I have been able to reconnect my past, present and future in such a profound emotional way. I used to be very aware, in every meaning of it, but somehow somewhere I stopped having time for these moments of being with myself and seeing the big picture. In this past year – which had been one hell of a year for me!!! – certain situations and certain people have influenced it to return, or maybe it’s just ‘cause I finally had time – 2 months of being absolutely, blissfully, full-time jobless (and literally so!) Universe knows I needed it so badly, and there I was… It has been a healing, “cleansing” experience, the one of regaining my peace at last. And I know now I can go ahead and start living this new chapter of my life without that much of excess baggage. I’m taking my flight to the UK in a couple of hours, so I just wanted to say THANK YOU before I leave…
To the dark times of my most recent history that didn’t break me, however much it seemed close at times.
To the other times of this same recent history that took me to the heights of happiness and that I will never, ever forget.
To the matooke of Kampala, stillness of Lake Vic, craziness of Nairobi, long beaches of the East coast, elephants of the Samburu plains, churches of Rome, long road to Kilimanjaro, snows of the Himalayas, that night at the Golden Temple, those many truly eternal moments in the blue and green of Mauritius...
To my parents' faces when they met me at the airport and to mom’s support and selflessness.
To the train trips and the endless lands of my country.
To grandma’s food and grandpa’s lectures on politics.
To waking up at 1 p.m. and not feeling guilty about it.
To the old friends that never really changed.
To the get-togethers with their kids around, all grown-up.
To the unlimited mobiles and gtalk. (Oh, and to the odnoklassniki.ru of course, a special one!)
To the dreaming autumn of my city, and to its 600 years.
To beer and smoked fish.
To the 14 year-old me, who so thoughtfully ensured that I always have a blueprint of my dreams for reference, whenever I need it (and to them my old diaries!)
To the childhood memories that started to come back, in their full colours, smells and sounds.
To growing up (a bit).
To the adventures I lived.
To the people I loved.
To the lessons I’ve learned.
To Something To Hope For.
Amen.
# posted by Tereshonok : 12:55
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