All this come and go in life has made me realize that I was lucky enough to find the place I belong the second time I stepped out of an airplane, the real first time on my own. To walk down the streets and discover everytime at your own pace and find out how much you belong. This feeling will always remain in my heart, and wherever I go I will bring I with me. I also figured out that harder than leave for good, is to come back to where you left from, I can’t yet put my finger on it to realize what it is that torned my heart as my plane took off.
This is far to be the last post of this subject, but it will be for a while, as we all know life is made of choices, and every single choice you make since you wake up can transform your day and sometimes your life. My choice brought me to the only place in the world where I can breathe in and out knowing it’s for real, it brought me hope and dreams I could never have dreamed anywhere else, it was chosen for me, it was waiting for me all along, and that thread kept me hanging to what is now HOME.
The balance between two worlds is what I have been struggling to achive lately, the missing out part is what I can’t really let go, the missing out on the people that I left on the other side, Brazil will always be home too, where I was born, raised and became what I am. It’s hard to let go of a world that has who you love in, you’re somehow always attach to it, even tough you know where you want to be and stay, part of your heart is always beating on the other side.
Until these two worlds collide, I will keep leaving pieces of my heart along the way and letting the time settle the “getting’used to”on my days, you’d think it’s about time for me to know how to deal with those feelings, but no, I don’t. They just hit me differently everytime I guess. Almost a year that I am back in here, so much happened I can’t even fit in only this frame of time, the important thing is I’m half way there…
and I know He has a plan!
