I don't know why
And so I have arrived. Don't ask why I'm writting in English, I guess it is the foreign taking charge. And why I wrote the last in English? I guess it was the foreign taking over me. Maybe all this is just temporary, I'll soon be missing my native language and be back to it. At the moment it only feels right to do it like this.
It feels OK to be back. Back to work, back home, back to my normal life. Not back to husband just yet because he convieniently found a meeting in Las Vegas. If we don't go bankrupt this time I guess I better start having some faith in him.
Time and jet lag are still bothering. But hey, it has only been a bit more than a day. I miss those warm days, true. But I cannot complain that it's frigging cold here.
Not much to say. I know. Not many words, ideas, maybe a blur, as all this mess is kind of settling in. Maybe that's why I'm writting in English, trying to find where the heck myself is at the moment.
This post is so full of guessing and maybes that I better stop. I know I am not making any sense, so I guess I shouldn't force it. Another guessing. Just stop. Stop. Full stop.
2 comments:
No! Don't stop. The thing is, you should continue to write in English, in Portuguese or whatever in order to understand where you are (phisicaly and emotionaly). Well, that's how I understand myself and my place in the world. Miss you! :)
Oí Margot,
Estranha, essa coisa das línguas. Acontece comigo também. As vezes as coisas vêm mas facilmente em inglês, outras vezes em português. No meu caso, a língua depende muito do assunto, e também da língua que utilizei antes de redigir o post. Hoje, que li mais coisas em português do que em Inglês, acho mais fácil comentar em português. Em todo o caso, é legal poder escolher.
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