Making this place my home

As I’ve mentioned in older posts, I recenlty moved to Barcelona, Spain, after living all of my life in my hometown Caracas, Venezuela. Making a change like this is not easy. Deciding to move away from the place that watched you grow, from your family and your friends is very hard. However, as they say “change is good”, and due to this recent event I find myself paying more attention to phrases like “if you don’t take risks you are not doing anything”, “it’s better to try than do nothing and never know what could have been”.

So, here I am, trying! And this week Writing Challenge, comes perfect for me as I’ve been thinking a lot about sharing a song that’s helped me and inspired me through this experience. I’m talking about Phillip Phillips song “Home”.

I rembember I first listen this song after the airplane took of when my husband and I were leaving Venezuela. It made me smile. I felt inspired, excited and got this feeling that we made the right decision. I felt the words of the song spoke directly to me. Somehow I think it was meant to be that I listened this song for the first time when I did.

It’s been seven months since then. I’ve been trough a lot. It may sound very cliché, but it’s been an emotional rollercoaster.  I’ve met wonderful new people, gone to amazing places, cried my heart out, laughed till my cheeks hurt and took more photos than I’ve imagined…

Every day I try to make this place my home by adding new details to our apartament, by getting in touch with Barcelona’s culture, by getting to know more people and more places. We have basil, strawberry and aloe vera in our balcony. A purple orchid in our living room, my favorite stuffed animals from when I was a kid, a Rolling Stones magnet and six wine glasses for guests. 

When my will flinches I listen in my head the words “don’t pay no mind to the demons they fill you with fear, the trouble it might drag you down, if you get lost, you can always be found” and remember how I felt in that airplane the first time I heard this song!

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Night of music, breeze and moonlight

Moonlight

I’m sitting here … well, ok … lying down, with my inseparable companion, my camera, some music and the breeze coming through the window, waiting for the Moon to peep through the clouds and grant me permission to photograph her at least one time.

A dog barks in the distance and everything is mixed with Hollie Cavanagh’s voice singing a cover of Bleeding Love from my Ipod.

Meanwhile, the Moon teases me into thinking that I will be honored with her presence. I let her tease me, close my eyes,  embrace the little breeze that comes, timidly, through my wide open window and I keep listening…

I spy the sky again and my eyes show me evidence that the clouds have won. The Moon decided to dispense of my company and my camera lens. Today there will not be pictures of the moon. Only her trail of light filtering through the clouds, mocking me.

Music, breeze and moonlight.

Deep lull moments like this are rare. You have to embrace them before they escape from you like the Moon has escaped from me tonight.