Old pleasures :
Going to the Ballet at Lincoln Center.
Going to the Metropolitan Opera house to listen to amazing music.
Spending as much time as I wish in a real book store, with books in English.
I love my Kindle, but there is never anything as satisfying as holding a real book in your hands and reading the print on paper.
Add to this pleasure, magazines.
I will sit and read magazines .
Listening to the radio in English.
Watching television in English.
Waking in the morning to the sort of sounds you hear when you are not in a huge city.
Birdsong.
Wind in trees.
Crickets and cicadas on summer nights.
Looking out windows and only seeing sky or green or hills or gardens.
Seeing the stars in the sky at night.
Not hearing car horns.
Not listening to sirens.
Having a little cat again.
A little cat that will keep a new pup company.
Sitting on a porch.
Having a garden.
Having company stay over for weekends.
Going antiquing.
Going to outdoor concerts.
Going to flea markets .
Just getting in the car and taking off, exploring our new world.
The Winters first snow.
The Springs first flowers.
The Summers first fireflies.
The Autumns first color .
Christmas with family altogether.
A fireplace , a wreath , a tree.
Apple picking.
Flower picking.
Every day there will be something that I will miss from our years here in Buenos Aires.
Every day we will discover all the things we have missed in our years away from home.
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.
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