There are days when living abroad feels like a dream. Charming and romantic, happy. Like I am where I'm supposed to be. And there are days, of course, where I slide down faster than I climb up. When my Mut, my courage, dips a little, or my self-confidence doesn't keep pace with my day.
Sometimes I don't know why. Sometimes I do. Maybe it's because I didn't have a proper breakfast. Or because I'm pretty sure I'm wearing a shirt my cat peed on weeks ago and I didn't notice. Until I got to work. Maybe it's my lack of language grace. Or Germans telling me they don't actually like the Christmas markets. Maybe it's none of those things. Aside from the cat pee one.
What I know now, though, that maybe didn't occur to me on other stays abroad, is that a day can go down or it can go up. No matter where I am in the world.
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i feel you...although for me its more like a moment to moment thing. Today I had a moment on the "micro" (this is what the chileans call their bus system) where I was so frustrated to be in this crazy country and then a few hours later I was on a different "micro" and thought - isn't this city neat? Makes me feel a little bipolar to be honest..haha
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