lately i have been feeling out of control. can i blame it on the seemingly endless transition, the normal sibling crap, the 'normal' feelings of anxiety when a workaphile isn't working, or not understanding the answer when i ask a question to a stranger in spanish? I'm not sure what it is, and i hate to waste time finding out. I want a cure. So, i will find one. Spanish classes. Start a new company. Write and illsutrate long thought about childrens books. Make family photo albums from past years. Get boys on tightly run schedule...Writing about mundane crap here seems to feed my workaphile sense, as if someone would want to read this and the mere act of easily hitting publish is accomplishing something. i fear a post like this is noise to a blog about something that certainly shouldn't be about complaining. but, hey that brings me to something eating at me. i must NOT complain too much about things here now. Because sugar aside, there is so much that is good about life here.
1. life in a luxury high rise is pretty damn aweeeesome. Although i miss our yard, pool, privacy, etc, i do love not having to worry about gardners, pest control, weird noises in the night. Now i bask in the choice between front and back elevators, about remembering the name of one of 10 security guards that work here (many are unusually handsome.) i get to go literally across the street to the grocery store (let's ignore the seemingly offensive nick name Argentine's give their local grocery stores.) I can go down to the gym, playroom, sauna, steam room (when the kids are settled in.) And, all of this costs boatloads less than a cheapass apartment in LA. We did search for 2 weeks for an apartment and this was in a fancier neighborhood than we initially planned on. But, for a mid-term rental, and my frazzled nerves after getting my purse stolen - a high security luxury tower that was within our budget was perfect. Plus, we are within a very short walk of the zoo, the palermo 'woods and lake', and Club de Amigos. So, i'm very thankful to be here.
2. Maximo's friends are aaaaaamaaaazing! I am going to start crying typing this, but their generosity and open-armness are the most generous kind series of actions I have ever been privy to experience. I know it's in large part because Maxi has been a wonderful, loyal friend who loves them very much. But, still - i won't go naming names - but we're talking about friends who have lent us their car for the year, friends who invite us to dinner over and over, give us gifts, have their children delight and console ours, weed through paperwork, find me names of shrinks (obviously still need to call them.) - the list could go on and on. But, i hope this kind of loyalty and kindness is something deep in the Argentine spirit and something my kids learn for life while here.
3. The pace of life is slower. Or at least mine is. And, it's giving me space to think, to freak out a little, to contemplate. You don't see everyone buried in the cell phones while walking down the street (reception problems? fear of stepping in hole or shit? or is it delighting in the liveliness of the city?) Whatever it is, people eat dinner at 10pm. They eat snacks at dinner time consisting of desserts. They kiss eachother everywhere. The teachers say 'kisses' when they say goodbye. Love is all over.
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