Let's Dream in Europe

This is a story beyond a basic traveling experience, this story means more than just a temporary event, yet it implies traveling, airports, 12 hours on a plane, and the landing on a new ground. This is the story of: I'll never forget the day that I left 18 years of life behind, got on a plane and started all over in a new country.

Traveling is the most meaningful and substantial experience a human being can embrace with all his/her senses and grasp as a new perspective for life and personal believes, it doesn't only mean a going away adventure, but it also means a returning, even a reminder of why we miss and love home, in certain cases, there's no coming back home. Sometimes, is just game over, now you must adapt and fall in love with a new culture, and make it yours, forever.

I won't forget the last day I looked outside my poky room window back in my dad's apartment in my hometown Merida, Venezuela, and took the last deep breath of that magical air; I say magical, because everything I know exist is represented by the air I breath in to live, it contains all the memories, all the essence, all the magic that keeps me moving. At the same time that I got lost on those green surroundings "La Cara del Indio" mountain that predominates most of the view, the overview of the regular 5pm traffic on the main avenue, and the orange sky falling over the city. This is it. What I'm seeing today will only be part of my nostalgia tomorrow when I depart on my new journey.

I knew right and then that for the first time I was going to experience a major event in my life, and that I needed to put all my strength together in a little jar, emerge myself in it, and focus on the facts and not the emotions. The fact was that I was leaving the country and the culture where I was born and raised, leaving everything that I know, to start a new life from scratch in Los Angeles, CA.

My personal circumstances didn't really allow me otherwise, or even if I decided to stay, It would've been coward of me to deprive myself of a new adventure out fear and sadness. My mom worked really hard to come to the States to offer me something else, something new, and my commitment to her was to withdraw my comfort zone and take the risk. It was, and it still sad and nostalgic to look back to the life I had and I left, in fact, I miss it a lot and I miss my family and friends, but for some reason I cannot picture myself coming back anytime soon. I do remember though, that magical last moment.