This morning I woke up and realized that today it’s been a year since I embarked on this Canadian adventure. A year ago I was leaving my family and my country to come and try to conquer the world on my own, after living the most difficult 2005 anyone can think about. A year ago I was excited and scared and I had no idea of what my life was going to become; I had no idea if I was going to make it. I arrived to a new city, where I knew almost nobody and where my only contact was an old friend I don’t stay in touch with these days.
The first two months were the hardest, I woke up every day feeling like packing my bags and going back to Colombia. Then I got in school, then I moved to an apartment with roomies, then I started making friends, then I started getting good grades, then I was done with school, then I got a fantastic summer job, then I started school again, then… then is now! I’m sitting at school working on a report with a friend. Next week I’ll be taking a vacation in the U.S. (can hardly wait!), then who knows… Life surprises us sometimes.
A year. And I’m still breathing, lonely but breathing. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss my country. But somehow I’m sure this is the place where the rest of my life started and so far, it’s going great. If anything, the challenges I’ve been presented with lately, have only made me even stronger. Happy 1st anniversary to me!

