Blurry days
After an exhausting wait and preparation, we finally arrived at our new house and country.
Only 3 bags with all my possessions acquired in the last three years made it to the house, together with the hope that I could finally settle in for good.
My own kitchen and rooms, a good view, and space to store new memories. A place where I can have my first decent Christmas celebration, birthdays, friends coming over, dinners. No rent, no owners to report to, and most importantly, no noise on the level upstairs.
I learned to hate living in apartments.
Plus, the amazing feeling of never having to leave - the peace in the heart of any immigrant.
The last weeks have been a big blur, full of the most overwhelming welcomings of all family and friends mixed with high altitude headache and sickness. Altogether with a big 7-month pregnant belly bump. It’s been a crazy ride.
I have lots of green around, and I’m excited to explore the beautiful places in Colorado, but also the amazing friendships and family time I’ve been dreaming of. My father-in-law gave me driving lessons. My mother-in-law took me to the movies. Friends are coming over for dinner, and the sun has been shining a lot - literally.
This whole period has the same feeling of opening gifts on your birthday, combined with New Year’s celebration, and a strong hangover (only due to the altitude, that’s insane). I can’t tell exactly the days or remember details precisely. But I can definitely feel all the love and blessings that were prepared especially for us.