A quick background.When you leave a country where you have been living for 3 years, it is always difficult. You know a new and exciting adventure is waiting for you, sometimes it's frightening if you don't really know what to expect or where you are really going. The sad part is leaving friends, places and what was your home during these years and knowing that even if you come back one day, nothing will be the same, and specially you. (that's a whole other story!). When I decided to leave Chicago, it felt bittersweet, but what was funny is the way people around me reacted. A month before my departure, I was about to get off a bus and the bus driver looked at me and told me
Picture originally posted to Flickr by Jesslee Cuizon
"You leaving me?"
A priceless coincidence that could only make me smile back at him. Deep inside, it was like if the city (ok, maybe one flirty bus driver - but I wanted to feel important) was begging me to stay ;)
In my neighborhood I experienced two very sweet situations. During my last week, I went to my beauty salon. As usual, we were talking a lot with my esthetician and right before I left, she gave me a strong hug. It was a very thoughtful gesture and it felt so good and warm. Few days before, the cleaning lady, which is nice and always have very kind words, also hugged me. It was so unexpected that it brought a tear to my eye. For me, her embrace was honest and lovely (In both situation, I didn't feel that my personal space was being invaded). This was really my neighborhood and these people were not only very business minded in general, they also genuinely cared about me. Or at least this is what I want to believe.