The warm morning sun softly awakens with caresses…melodious music of yet unidentified winged creatures beckon me from my slumber…
…emotions simmer beneath the surface …but especially in those quiet moments when I am alone…tears start to well…yet they do not overflow…for the emotions are so diverse…and many have yet to be sorted through, processed and put away in their proper place…
“It’s only after you have stepped outside your comfort zone that you begin to change, grow, and transform.” ~ Roy T. Bennett
I thought I had prepared myself for the cultural differences…after all…I have always been an adventurer…and have explored, resided, and traipsed through many diverse places…but “home” was always a constant…
Now my constant or place called “home” has changed…to a place warm and inviting, yet unfamiliar in all the ways that make a place “home”…although I have come home to Mr. P and the love of my life…the change will not be effortless or instantaneous…
Like the butterfly emerging from its cocoon…the struggle will need to be met with time and patience…and I am not very good with being patient with myself…
I have read that the average length of adjustment to a new culture seems to be between 6 months to a year…my advantage is that I have someone that understands my shakiness in integrating in this new environment and is gentle with me …even when I am not so forgiving of myself..
The flight was long…tedious…and went on forever…yet what awaited me on the other end was so worth the wait…my Mr. P and the all the excitement of starting a new adventure with love as a companion…
The varied hues of blue…and the horizon of a new life…
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