I have to thank Aline for dropping by my blog one of these days and remind me of the gift I have with words. "A normal person would sit down, record their events in the fashion of a supermarket list, but you Isaac, you make the other person see." That was both a huge compliment and a recognition of my skill, but above all, it posed a personal challenge. So much has happened in your life lately. Why on Earth haven't you written about it?
The date is January 31 2011. I've been in the UK 151 days already. If I were more precise, I would have some recollection of how many of these days were gloomy, sad, lonely and how much of the remaining time was simply hangover days. It's been such a ride... I couldn't escape the "U" process: first, everything is cool, then everything sucks, but finally it is all acceptable and relative. Now, in retrospective, it's been all rock and roll.
I remember walking London for the first time, with puppy eyes and with occasional silent tears of joy. I was making a dream come true. It seems so ridiculous that now I can't help but walk with petulance around Trafalgar Square, barely minding the Big Ben in the background and think exclusively of when is the goddamned night bus going to come!!! I was taking everything for granted! How easily we lose the perspective!
And it is true that my project never made me happy. It barely annoys me these days - it is more like a big boring segment of my routine, but it can't affect my mood anymore. I have Sage to thank for coming all the way here to slap me in the face and make me notice that the rest was being incredible - and besides we got to see Christina Aguilera and Cher live. It is true I never fully like these Indians I work for, but so what? I collected thousand of stories, and as I said in my previous entry, I gave birth to a character from all the shit I was putting up with (with a British manner, excuse the language.)
Now, as I walk (or run?) towards the finishing line, I can't help but feel happy. Despite the cold temperatures, the feeling inside is always warm - the Spanish sun and two days of clear skies in London have greatly contributed to the well being too. Part of me wants to stay, to keep living adventures, but the other part accepts peacefully that my time has come to go back to my people and show them how much I've grown and learned.
I'll try to recapitule some events in future entries. I'm really close to conclude one chapter of my life, and one of my favorites by the way, but who knows what's to come? I won't close the book just yet.
