A few words ...
I have recently returned to my home town of Tirana, Albania after almost ten years of living abroad in Massachusetts and New York. I have yet to discover the city I once knew so well and it scares me how foreign I have become to many things. Sometimes even the language. I have to train myself to stop thinking in english nowdays and the times when I had to train myself to do the complete opposite immediately come to mind.
I think this is going to be one of the greatest adventures of my life. One of self discovery, many frustrating moments and happiness combined. And, in an effort to make my emotions bearable, I will be writing about everything I consider of interest in this blog. It will soon have a collection of photos, short stories, occassional poems, as I embark on this interesting trip both internally and externally. It is in many ways a trip of returning to the roots, the core of my essence.
It is interesting how our perspective changes with time; perhaps it changes from experience or perhaps because of hope, or maybe it obeys that most interior, innocent voice that refuses to die without seeing growth and without experiencing wider horizons.
I now think the journeys I seem to take, have nothing to do with Tirana, New York or who knows where else. They have everything to do with the ethereal voice of my heart which wakes me up at night longing to touch once more my childhood, the happy place where the happy people were, where my heart feels at home.
I believe I am forever seeking to recover the years when I was taken away from the people I loved, by finding new places and new people to love. In this seeking, I have lost myself but I know that, through it, I will be found again. So, for now, Tirana suits me well. She is an anchor. Hopefully a better version of the adult me, maybe even the child me, will flourish while I am here.
I think this is going to be one of the greatest adventures of my life. One of self discovery, many frustrating moments and happiness combined. And, in an effort to make my emotions bearable, I will be writing about everything I consider of interest in this blog. It will soon have a collection of photos, short stories, occassional poems, as I embark on this interesting trip both internally and externally. It is in many ways a trip of returning to the roots, the core of my essence.
It is interesting how our perspective changes with time; perhaps it changes from experience or perhaps because of hope, or maybe it obeys that most interior, innocent voice that refuses to die without seeing growth and without experiencing wider horizons.
I now think the journeys I seem to take, have nothing to do with Tirana, New York or who knows where else. They have everything to do with the ethereal voice of my heart which wakes me up at night longing to touch once more my childhood, the happy place where the happy people were, where my heart feels at home.
I believe I am forever seeking to recover the years when I was taken away from the people I loved, by finding new places and new people to love. In this seeking, I have lost myself but I know that, through it, I will be found again. So, for now, Tirana suits me well. She is an anchor. Hopefully a better version of the adult me, maybe even the child me, will flourish while I am here.
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