Pieces of me in letters

I should have made this posting earlier, but things had been so hectic that I couldn’t manage to sit down and write. I still have many things to do, but after taking a long walk today I feel that I should spend a little time writing about a significant step in my life that has just taken place for a little less than a week.

I met him a little over a year ago. It didn’t take too long for me to know that he was the missing piece of me that I had been searching for. We promised to be together for always. His home is now my new home. Thousands kilometers away from my family and friends. I started my new life here, in a land people often refer as land of dreams and opportunities, a few days ago. 

I have been spending about half of my time here alone… mostly trying to feel comfortable with my new home, my new life. “This is your home… our home”, he said. I could only nod with a little smile on my face. Deep down in my heart I knew it would take some time until I could honestly say to myself… “I am home”. This feeling of confuseness, loneliness, and somewhat isolated… is familiar to me. I felt it nine years ago, and I learned that the feeling would end… somehow, someday.