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My husband and I , with our dog, Tate, moved to Buenos Aires, 8 years ago. Life has never been the same since ~ Back in the USA ... life is still not the same !
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Time to Go

It is raining here.
This is August.
When we arrived in Buenos Aires ( to live) , it was April  .... sunny, bright, dry and cool.
I thought this was the place where the weather would not be as cold as New York, not as hot as Florida and not as wet as Oregon.
I was sort of right but .... the Summer lasts for about 6 months ( or so it seems)  and Winter can be as dismal and grey as any London winter, complete with damp.
Bone chilling damp because we live in a great draughty building with high ceilings and big high French windows and doors that are never really air tight and the radiators just never keep up ..

But there is so much charm, when I am really fed up with wearing all my sweaters at one time, I just sit  down and look around the room and remember how I fell in love with this place the day I walked in the door for the first time.

How my dreams of living in France, in an old building with high ceilings and French doors came true .. all but the living in France part.

My neighbours continue to warm my heart each day, with their shows of concern, their friendliness and making sure we actually understand the notice they slipped under our door.
Like the one we got yesterday.

The one telling us that the tree that houses my doves outside my bedroom window, is going to be cut down. Soon.
The tree has roots that are growing under the building next door, causing trouble.
And you know what that means, a tree that causes trouble, has to go.

No more naps in the summer with the windows open and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of doves cooing.
No more shade and calm green outside the windows.
Now there will just be the other building, with windows.
So my windows will always be closed, the curtains closed.
It is time to go.

Our days have a routine that is lovely, it is so pleasant not having to be somewhere, not having to do something that one would rather not do , not having any obligations.

But this is only good for a certain amount of time.
Then life intrudes and that is good.
You don't want to look back on time and say you Drifted that long !

A small bit of drifting is good .. what comes  next will be anything but ... packing, arranging movers, packing, flying, hotels, cars, reunions with loved ones, shopping, real estate .. decisions .

But for now, we are in a lull.
And I am enjoying it while I can... before it is time for us to go.

2 comments:

  1. With the tree gone you'll know it's the time to leave. I find it heart breaking when they cut down a tree that took so long to grow to its majesty.

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