In my long and yet short three and a half years here I’ve learned a lot of things. I’ve learned that sometimes no matter how much we try we are not accepted, people fail to understand us and politely dismiss us. This country for better or worse has been my home. The cities I’ve walked through with an almost magical feel to them where I’ve stopped to wonder at a pillar built hundreds of years before my own country was even born has touched me. The landscapes of hills and valleys and rivers, there is no other beauty like I have seen here. It’s unique to this place, this country and it’s people.
The hardest part of this journey has been the lasting feeling of never fitting in. Even while the language for the most part eluded me it made little difference, there weren’t many people who wanted to be more than a passing acquaintance. The lifelong structure of friendships built from youth is very hard to penetrate when you are the newcomer who is foreign, who doesn’t speak the same language or understand the same culture.
There are many things I will appreciate after this experience though, the history I’ve been able to see up close and even the people I have met.
I want my children to look back on this time to see good and not bad memories. My son has lived here just six months less than he’s lived in America and my daughter; this will be her first time ever living in the land I love.
This independence day as we awake in the land of the free and brave for the first time in three and half years it will be a new beginning, a new chapter and a new life.
I wouldn’t trade these years as difficult and hard as they were because I’ve changed. I’ve become stronger and I’ve learned that I can handle many things I never thought I could. I know now who I am and where I belong. For that I am most grateful.
With kind regards,