Entre dos tierras

Estuve checando sitios de mis amigos, viendo fotos y muchos recuerdos entraron a mi mente, senti como si tuviera otra vida, otra yo...que deje atras en mi pais. No me malentiendan, soy muy feliz aqui, adoro a mi Matt y no podria pedir nada mas que lo que Dios me da cada dia. Sin embargo, me doy cuenta de que estoy entre dos tierras, dos culturas, dos mundos. Extrano a mis amigos, extrano mi ciudad y ese sentimiento de familiaridad. Extrano caminar por las calles y tener recuerdos en cada rincon, pasar po los lugares donde se creo mi vida tal y como la conoci y reafirmar en mi mente todos esos momentos. No se si seria distinto si yo estuviera en mi amada metropoli, a final de cuentas los recuerdos solo viven en el pasado, en mi corazon, las personas cambian y tarde o temprano todo cambia por consecuencia, creo que es parte de crecer, dejar tu viejo y yo crear tu nueva persona, evolucionar y perfeccionarte, lo entiendo y lo acepto, pero esta nostalgia mia no desaparece, me hace sentir que deje todo atras y todo me ha dejado a mi.
Amo vivir en mi mundo, el que yo me invente, entre mi ayer y mi hoy, entre mi sol y mi luna, mi salamanca y mi nueva york y a pesar de sus contradicciones sus alegrias y dificultades no preferiria estar en ningun otro lugar. En mi mundo en mi mezcla de la que fui y la que soy.

Between two lands
I was surfing through some of my friends websites and looking at some pictures a lot of memories came to my mind, memories of a life i have left behind, a world, a culture a different me. Don't get me wrong, I love being here with my beloved Matt, however i have come to realize I am between to lands. I miss my friends, I miss walking down streets that inspire memories in every corner, I miss seing those places that hold so much of who i am today,I miss that felling of familiarity that comes with it. Although I don't know if it would be different if i was still in my hometown, i mean memories just live and my mind and my heart people sooner or later "move on", they change and move. I understand it is all part of growinig up, evolving and perfectioning ourselves, however my nostalgy ignores it, makes me feel like i have left everything behind and everything has left me.
I love living in my world, the one i have created, between yesterday and today, between my sun and my moon, my salamanca and my NY with all their contradictions, joys and difficulties, I wouldn't rather be anywhere else, but here. In my world, a mix of who i once was and who i am.

Primavera

Finally! Spring is showing at the door! and it is SOO welcomed!

I am so happy I can't wait to receive it completely!

Finalmente! La primavera se asoma a la puerta y es MUY bienvida!

Estoy tan feliz, no puedo esperar par arecibirla por completa!

Estas son plantitas que florecen primero y luego les salen las hojas, que bonitas!

Adoptada

A little more than a year ago I went to live with my amazing family in California. I had a broken heart and a very tired spirit when I arrived to the Airport, I carried sadness and hopelessness in my baggage, however, something kept telling me going to spend some time with them was the right thing for me. I was right for so many more reasons that I inicially was awared of. But i should start this story from the begginig.

My "blood cousin" is just a few years older than me and I remember being a little girl and thinking the world of her, she always seemed so pretty, so nice, so kind, so ladylike. She married a great man, and I was a flower girl in the bridal party. I remember everybody was saying she was going to go live in a "foreing land" far away called the United States (It seemed like a worl away for a little person like me).

Some years later while i was going through some not so fun time in my life I called her to ask her if I could stay with them for a while. She said YES, she said, you dont even have to ask. So I did. In no time I was feeling as part of the family, not as a guest, they gave me all their trust, all their love and support. they help me get a job, they loaned memoney to get my car (a.k.a Michael Jackson), they healed my heart and gave me hope, they gave me back the ability to believe in myself, they even helped me forgive and make the best decision I have ever made, giving Matt another chance, and somewhere along the way I gave them my heart. I am so very thankful for my family in CA, I love them so dearly and my blood boils with pride just knowing that part of who i am is part of them. I love you my adopted family. And I miss you even more.

Hace poco mas de un ano fui vivir con mi increible familia en California. Tenia el corazon roto y el espiritu cansado cuando llegue al Aeropuerto, llevaba tristeza y desesperanza en el corazon y sin embargo, algo me decia que ir a visitarlos era lo mejor para mi. Estaba en lo correcto por mas razones de las que imaginaba. Pero la historia comienza asi.
Mi prima "de sangre" es tan solo unos anos mayor que yo y recuerdo ser una chicuelilla cuando la admiraba tanto, siempre tan bonita, tan buena, tan amable, tan "dama".Se caso con un gran hombre y yo fui pajecito en la boda. Recuerdo que todos decian que se iban a ir a una "tierra extrana" muy lejos, a Estados Unidos (se escuchaba como si estuviera al otro lado del mundo para alguien como yo).

Algunos anos despues mientras yo vivia momentos no muy divertidos, le llame para pedirle asilo, a lo que repondio: Si, y no me tienes que preguntar. Asi que fui. Casi sin sentirlo pase de ser invitada a parte de la familia, me dieron su confianza, su amor y su apoyo, su generosidad va mas alla de lo que yo puedo expresar. Sanaron mi corazon y me regresaron la habilidad de creer an mi misma incluso me ayudaron a tomar la decision de volver con Matt, y durante ese tiempo les entregue mi corazon. Me siento tan agradecida por mi familia en CA, Los quiero con todo mi corazon mi familia adoptiva.