I wonder if I should call one of those radio shows that take calls from peeps at night, so I can come up with a sad story and someone across the country will inquire about the lonely lady and we’ll do the whole Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks thing. OK, I’m being plain ridiculous now, blame my brain cells scattered all over the floor. It’s 1:15 a.m. and here I am, wide awake. Anyone with common sense would assume that after a few stressful days I should be pooped, but somehow I manage to stay up late, probably looking for some company from my on line friends, since I’m the new kid in town and my social network is kinda invisible right now, but it’s starting to grow.

Loneliness sure sucks, but it won’t last forever. Once I start studying I’ll make new friends… oh yeah… it’s official, I GOT ACCEPTED by the Université du Québec to finish my BS in Biology! Something good had to happen to me, right? OK, my life isn’t that bad, really. I’m just dealing with quite a lot these days, looking for that sneaky job, thinking about a way to make ends meet, being informed of the possibility of having to fight a legal battle over alimony. But there are good things, great things, going on and I should think about those every time I start to freak out about the future and wonder if I did the right thing coming here, all by myself.

When did I get here? Where did time go? A year ago I was taking a plane to go and spend a few weeks with my family in Colombia, totally innocent about the fact that my life was going to be “bouleversée” three weeks later by amazing news about my SO’s not wanting me in his life anymore. From being totally hearbroken to being totally hopeful. From thinking I was weak to believing I actually am very strong. It’s been a hell of a year and this is just the beginning. Yes, it’s been a painful year and today marks the end of my “separated” status and the countdown for “divorced” starts. I survived, I learned, I regained my strength and now I’m here, trying to make the best I can to make myself proud.

All alone now, dumped once, dumped twice, doesn’t matter… Doesn’t make me a hero either, but life goes on, or so they say. What? Love? Sure, I’ll take it, whenever I’m ready, whenever it’s supposed to happen.