Sunny Day

It is an extraordinary warm and beautiful day.  SaraEllen and I are in the kitchen with the window open, she with her Spanish homework and I with my translations. 

The air smells like summer, and with each breeze and each sound that drifts in, I am warmed inside, thinking that this is exactly how I want it to be.  There is a sense of destiny in the air, an awareness of where I am and what I’m doing at this period in my life.  The adventurer in me smiles because I am doing something pretty exciting.

I’ve always wanted to be someone who lives elsewhere.  Ever since I began traveling in life, I knew I wasn’t interested in the usual tourist sites in the countries I would visit.  I wanted to be one of those people, I wanted to live there, get a sense of what it was like from the inside.  People in Seattle are never surprised when I tell them I’m moving somewhere (Italy, Switzerland, Argentina…).  The only difference this time is that I won’t live in Seattle again.  I have finally closed that chapter and I feel comfortable being away permanently, except for the occasional visit.

Buenos Aires feels new and exciting to me again, and I feel like I just got here, though it’s been 5 and a half months.  I feel particularly alive today.  I’m living my dreams.