If I had the embroidered cloths of heaven, enwrought with golden and silver light, I would spread the cloths under your feet...
But I have only my dreams, so I have spread my dreams under your feet…
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams!…
Above is one of my favorite poems, and here is one of my favorite songs! One of several which I tend to over play when I need a pick-me-up :)
Natasha St Pier - Un ange frappe a ma porte
After my previous post, I received plenty of private (and some public) feed-back which I love, of course.
Though most was sweet and kind, in others I was creamed! Nothing I didn't face often at work, really. Same question: How dare I think I can live abroad?
Please remember that though I have lived most of my life in the San Francisco Bay, despite my traditional overprotective family, after college I flew independently into the world! I've already managed to bloom for several years in different countries, and loved it!
Italian is not my first, second or third language, but my fourth :)
Most of us who pack our bags and move long term into a new country tend to have an open mentality, and are flexible, ready to accept the cultural differences.
So like many people who live abroad already, I don't think that life in Europe or the US is better or worse, it's just very DIFFERENT, and I accept it as such and enjoy it as much as I can, while I can :)
Yet, I cannot count how many dozens of times I've been told to put my feet back on the ground, and I simply don't get it because THIS IS my reality! I don't know anything else anymore! Does aaaanyone know Plato's allegory of the cave? I really don't want to turn back!
St. Agustine said it best: "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page", and you know what? This is a book I want to read from cover to cover!
I don't know if it's just me who gets asked this question over, and over again or if it's just part of the transition process. I dunno... but I hope you liked the song :)