but probably not the kind you’re thinking of. or maybe, but that’s a whole other thing.
what i’m talking about is that font of effervescent joy, that bubble of feeling, that smile that tugs at the corner of my mouth when i realize where i am…and that i am home. home. haven’t felt like that in a while. for god’s sake, i’m not even in my own place yet. and yet.
call it love at first sight. call it whatever you want. but for the first time on this side of the atlantic, that plane’s landing gear hit the tarmac with a thud that infused me with utter contentment. and i didn’t really think i would ever feel that on this side of the pond. never in my life had i set foot in this city before thursday. but here i am, and here i’ll…stay. indefinitely.
what an amazing thing.
i realized last week before leaving nashville that my life has consisted of a series of expiration dates for as long as i can remember. there was always another massive upheaval ahead. nothing seemed solid. each new home had a sense of the temporary about it. and not temporary as in “move to another house in the vicinity” temporary — i mean that in the sense of another large, long-distance move ahead. i was looking for something ephemeral, something i couldn’t quite grasp. i was always pulled eastward. i’ve known for a long time that if i were to live anywhere in the states on any kind of permanent basis, it would have to be on the east coast. i’d planned to move to boston a few years ago with a friend, but she ended up running off with some polish guy and dropping off the face of the planet.
when i moved to poland, it had a timestamp. scotland was always the same way. when i returned to denver, it was the same. always a nagging feeling of not-belonging in dcnver’s case — as for europe, there was always the knowledge that i carried the wrong passport. i know people who have done it, up and left. but those people without exception have a safety net in the states that i don’t have. parents or family who could, if necessary, bail them out in a bind. they may not agree with that, but they didn’t grow up at half the poverty level, either. it’s always been too big of a risk for me, as much as i love europe. wherever i’ve lived for the past six years of my life (longer, really), i’ve had this feeling that i’d have to leave soon. for whatever reason. that’s made life rough. no continuity. i think in a lot of ways, i’ve kept myself distant from people, knowing that i’d probably be leaving them soon. it’s not really a good way to try to build lasting relationships. and it’s not a good feeling, constantly seeing drastic changes on the horizon.
that feeling is gone. i don’t see an expiration date in sight. i don’t know if i will stay here absolutely forever, but let’s put it this way — i don’t see myself leaving any time in the foreseeable future. and that is saying a whole hell of a lot.
i honestly don’t really know what to do with myself; i’m that happy. it’s still sinking in, and will continue to do so. first job. first bills (yeck). first place of my own. all that stuff. but the fact that i don’t plan on leaving this place in a year or even two or three has filled me with so much happiness.
this city is freaking amazing. i haven’t even seen all that much of it yet, but what i have seen is pretty sweet. this, for example:
so right now, i’m nothing but joyful. good things are happening in all corners of my life. and the best thing about all of it is that there is no rush. except maybe to find that first job. 🙂
Posted on 18 May, 2009, in meanderings, snapshots life and tagged change, clarity, excitement, friendship, happy, hope, life, people, shiny, surprise, warm, yes we can. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.