It is day 4 of my month long holiday in Buenos Aires, and I already can’t remember what it was like living in Vancouver. Yes I miss my friends, my cats, my family, my co-worker, but being a lady of leisure suites me very well. And I know with each passing day, coming home is going to break my heart.
Every day I am over whelmed with emotion, knowing that, for the first time in my life, I’m doing something I have always wanted to do. I am living my dream. Since 2008 I have wanted to spend an entire month in Buenos Aires. To pretend I am a porteña, to walk the streets in my cute summer dresses and cute summer shoes. To drink café con leche on restaurant patios as I watch the world pass by. And here I am, actually living it, actually experiencing something that I have longed to experience.
Unapologetically and unquestionably happy.
Maybe it’s me, or maybe it’s the fact I’m a woman, or maybe it’s even Canadian culture, but when good things happen in my life, I always feel guilty and undeserving. Not anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I am eternally grateful. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to live in a part of the world where I have the opportunity to fulfill long life dreams.
Ok, I did work my ass off for it. Yes I did bleed and cry and ache and loose copious amounts of hair due to pushing my body and mind into some of the most stressful situations of my life. But I did it with a goal in mind. And, for once in my entire life, I reached a goal that I set out to accomplish.
The amount of satisfaction I feel right at this very moment is unmeasureable.
So today when I stroll past Plaze Serrano and down Borges to my favourite Supermarcedo to buy orange juice and wine, I will smile with my face in the sun.
Incredibly happy, satisfied, and blessed to be me.
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