My One-Year Anniversary
Call me crazy or cheesy or whatever you like, but I am getting a rush of adrenaline, sweaty palms and goosebumps, all at the same time over here right now. Yes, I know: “Why?” - you’re naturally asking. Let me tell you: I just realized today is December 2 and this means that I have officially been living in San Diego for a whole year. A whole year!
I can hardly believe this. Where did the time go? It does not feel like a year - mainly because a year always seems/sounds so super long. In fact, it is really not. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year - and we all know how quickly a day goes by.
I am exactly where I need and want to be. Here.
If you have been tagging a ong for a while, you might remember that in several posts I have mentioned before that living in the states (not even a lot of preferences as to where) has always been a big goal of mine, especially since I have gotten so hooked on this country every since I set foot on its ground for a high school exchange January 8, 2008. This is also when I met the most welcoming people that hosted me and that I am still in contact with, and two friends I have managed to stay in touch with throughout the years – one of which I proudly consider one of my best friends.
If things are meant to be, they will happen. However, I am a strong believer in the saying:
You are the master of your own fate.
I have always put additional work into the achievement of goals – usually with a lot of detours and frustrations, but overall I moved forward and didn’t back off.
Exactly a year ago I was about to head to the airport, my parents were driving, with a carry-on trolley, a huge purse, and one suitcase that wasn’t even completely full, as I knew that I wouldn’t even need to bring that much, because it’s only natural that things add up on location.
Off to London, from there embarking on the long-haul flight to San Diego. Eleven hours seemed like a nightmare to me but turned out to be absolutely doable. And there I was, stepping out the airport, being picked up by my lovely landlady Annelie.
I am getting absolutely nostalgic right now. I came over to the other side of the big pond not knowing what to expect, what would await me. I have always wanted this and my hard work finally paid off. I was ready to embark on this new chapter, that still had to be written. SanDiego was a blank page, a page (in fact many blank pages), that needed to be filled.
Now, I am sitting over here being for some reason completely emotional because as I am looking back on this last year, I also realize how much has happened, I am literally writing my story in this city, this country. So much has happened, so many decisions, hurtful ones and also ones that felt bloody right from the beginning, new people met, new adventures gone on, small failures but many successes – San Diego is far from being a blank page anymore. I fell in love, not just with America’s finest city. Everything I have and so much more. I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for me, although it is scary to me knowing that I will legally only have about 6 and a half months left.
I guess coming from another country also means you have to take on challenges - especially the challenge of the unknown, of dealing with uncertainty (especially when in comes to time) in many respects. I knew that even before I came over, my time in this country would be limited. I am far from being patient, but I cannot do anything at this point; no one knows what path I will end up going in a few months. I just pray it is the right one for me, a path that continues to make me thoroughly happy.
This experience has changed me so much, in a good way. It came with decisions and changes that seemed to be absolutely awful and difficult. However, I have grown as a person , changed views, met inspiring people and, most of all, have discovered an overall calmness, happiness deep down inside me that I never knew existed.
This is when you know things at this point are right.