I do not know how to describe this past holiday season... Bittersweet is not the word, I think it should be sweet first (two glorious days...), then confusing and somewhat scary and finally just plain bitter and sad. And yes, this post will not have a spanish version, it's easier for me to rant in english, to express myself in this language my parent's don't know. It's not like they don't know what's going on with me, it's just that I feel more protected. Weird.
Things have been kinda rocky for some time now, work has been stressful, the fact that I have realized that everyone seems to have a life except me and that my 5 years outside have created a gap of sorts. No one fault, and maybe most on my side, I just feel afraid to get close to people and then get hurt, so I just close my protective shell. I'm trying to change this... trying to be the one I used to be, not afraid to take chances.
So I kinda did that on this Holidays, but it backfired... I'm now sure that I'm not the kind of person that can enjoy the moment and then just leave or return to the normal state. That affect me more than I expected and I was confused, sad, afraid... and then the reality check came in and it was so brutal that everything else seems now stupid, adolescent, immature.
Dec. 27th I was back in Bs As, working, trying to forget the stupidity of all that had been bothering me; the whole what I'll do with my phD, will I be able to meet the deadline, will I loose my job because of trying to finish that, is it worth it at this point? And then, why when I meet someone I like there is always something in between? Geez, I'm so self-centered!!!! And of course, the year is ending and all those year balances start to came up.
The phone rang, and all was forgotten and that's it.. My uncle and aunt had a car accident (I'll spare the details), my aunt was dead... Dec 28th I was traveling back to Bahia Blanca and then Viedma. And now there is this pain that would not go away...
Now I'm back in Buenos Aires, trying to get my routine back again... I could not go to my dearest friend wedding, just feeling out of it... I guess in time I'll regret not being there, part of me is already doing it, but I'm crying while writing this rant, so maybe was not such a bad idea to stay here. My mom is with me... she is cooking now... I just didn't want to be alone.
Ok, this is definitely a pathetic rant, but I could not go on with my blog like nothing had happened. So hopefully in the next days I can post some pics from the sweet part of my Holidays, good thing friends are always close by when you need them, in person or sending a big and strong (bear style) hug via web. Thank you... and promise next post would be better :) I'm recovering and as always somewhat I'll get out of this stronger and wiser... well, maybe just stronger.