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troisieme anniversaire Yesterday was our emigrant / immigrant.
celebrates Indeed it alone and introspective half because my blogger (Sebasg, the last time you updated your site yet you said "Indians" to "First Nations") came to go to get some fresh air (heat bah) Atlanta, Georgia.
But no matter, because (violins sound - poor little I-) in an imagination can do what you want and I toasted my three years in Canada with 30 clones of Brad Pitt when he was young and did not have a football team children.
I started reading what I wrote exactly one year ago and if I follow agree. Is good to be consistent from one year to another. And more good even reread and recoincidir:) I still believe fervently
(I'm only a few millimeters from falling into the cheesy cliche) in that they would be happy anywhere in the world.
3 years ago, when descending the stairs of the dept of San Telmo with my handbag in tow (which weighed a ton) I remember thinking "This is it
(I'm cool, I think in Inglés)
this is a moment that will define the rest of my life . "Since I had transplanted from Haedo, from the house of the old, in San Telmo, the groom's house (that episode Sebastian insists on calling" You remove the mud " .) But this transplant
was more broadly still. A total and absolute transplant. Yesterday
thought the steps and how difficult it was to leave everything behind (or south). The sandwich cookies, flavored waters, the covers for pie / cake, the obelisk, the streets of Buenos Aires, my rabbit Apollo, my friends, my family.
is rare, then everything is frozen in time. The "Shin" (galactic twin brother) at that time remains the Shin that I have in mind when I think of. Gabba Gabba remains the same as 2004. Yeyo and Matu, the same Yeyo and Matu. (No, nobody has a name apparently.) Although I went back about 5 times to Argentina and I saw each one of those times, my brain was recorded a version above them. The same hair, 2004. The same clothes. The same thoughts. No cotideaneidad to be piercing the vision I have of my friends. Remain the same as 3 years ago. But they are not.
They change the look, the boyfriends / girlfriends, partners, some play, some are played very often (Malala ahem ahem), some - they begged to hear from our life in Canada, never read this blog.
However, each time I see them is as if after a second that lasted 3 years. Something. This
of us transplanted to true North has been, until now, quite an adventure. No adventure in the style of Indiana Jones, rolling huge stones and bullets and lashes for others, but adventure to end. (We have the adventure of order a sandwich and you understand that we do not want pickles or concombre. Or the adventure of shopping for food at a restaurant and an Asian Miss chase me with a plastic bag shouting "have bag" to put there in my fried rice. These adventures.).
3 years is a long time. All the things that happened in 3 years. Everything we learned, everything we knew, all that we visited, we miss everything, everything is definitely NOT miss all the opportunities we gave, all the people we met.
3 years is a short time. 3 years nothing else?. Uff, all that remains. M3
pd: Almost I have 27. :) O: (? Not decided.
pd2: I'll be on TV. More news to come.
