Stop Whining Wednesday

For the first time since the heartbreaking devastation (I am not exaggerating) of getting on a plane that took me away from my adopted land of Buenos Aires (which will always be my home no matter where I am), and for the first time since my whole world came crashing down (or seemed to anyway), I have the urge to say this:

I love my life!

What happened? Does this mean I have come out of my funk?  I think so!

Whew.

Anyway, yeah.  I love it.  Ok, there are still downs, but the ups are winning the race.  I’m getting translations again, on subjects that I love.  I’m teaching a dance I love to wonderful people and making new friends because of it.  I’m surrounded by friends and family, though I sorely miss the friends and family I have in Buenos Aires and Italy.  I have a passport from Italy that opens up many countries to me.  I can also go back to Argentina if I want.  I’m not pining for lost love anymore. Even though there are things in my life I would still like to change and fix, for the most part it can’t be that bad, because really, I can do anything I want.

Let’s celebrate!

(me in Porto Venere, taken in April 2006, when I still straightened my hair)