je bouge...
je me déplace...
je déménage .. encore une fois?
Life is an interesting conundrum. Countless times I've longed, hoped — ached even, to find my way here, to this very country. Only to end up in a country I had never contemplated — everything about that place was mysterious to me: its language, its culture, its people. But it became home. Through hardship, adjustment, tenaciousness. And I become more myself, somehow.
Love and Hate - eine toxische Beziehung! The more I fought tooth and nail to stay in Germany, make it on my own, the more I became me. Eine andere Version von mir. I found my place. I am at peace with myself. Leaving Germany meant opening that pandora box again — readjustment, readaptation, re-uprooting everything. Again. Nochmal. Encore une fois. Like a stubborn child throwing a hissy fit because she can't get what she wants, I cried, I screamed, I got angry. Like, really fucking angry. I mourned my achievements and the life I built in Germany. But the Universe has a way to self-correct. I ended up here. I had to be here. I've accepted that. That has to mean something! That means something, to me. And accepting... is also letting go.
life pushes you
life allows you
life enables you
life brings you things you need
Ey, ich lass mich vom Wind treiben, weißte? I have to. The Universe is bringing me here. This is my story. And it's my narrative. This is a new beginning, not the end.
I am glad to be here. Ich bin froh, hier zu sein. Je suis contante d'être ici.