Back in Europe
I never really envisioned this as a potential reality. Had you asked me six months before, I may have told you I’d seen myself as a South American vagabond tossed to the winds of fortune by now. Yet six months later–eight and a half years I made that first fate move to Paris–I find myself a resident of Germany about to embark on an unforeseen adventure of an indefinite variety.
I have a job to do, of course, and I feel again invigorated by the possibilities of opportunity. I no longer feel trapped; the world is a simultaneously large and tiny place. I don’t know how long I’ll go next… But the world ahead looks full of promises and light. At 27, I had felt my heart aging. Now, 28 doesn’t feel so old anymore.