Hace unos d铆as estuve ayudando en una mudanza: empacar, pintar, mover muebles, reparar cosas... Y eso me llev贸 en un viaje al pasado y a reflexionar sobre muchas cosas.
La primera es que no sabes realmente la cantidad de cosas que tienes hasta que te mudas y la otra es que las mudanzas te muestran quienes son tus verdaderos amigos.
Cuando era ni帽a nos mudamos un monton, pero no particip茅 de esos procesos. A mi hermano y a m铆 nos dejaban en casa de la abuela y nos iban a buscar cuando la nueva casa ya estaba linda y preparada para recibirnos (cosas maravillosas de la infancia que no supimos apreciar 馃槀).
Pero, cuando cumpli 14 hicimos la que pensamos ser铆a nuestra 煤ltima mudanza (al menos hasta que llegara el momento de independizarnos) y asi fue por 21 a帽os. En esa mudanza si particip茅 y descubr铆 la locura estresante de mudarse. 驴De donde salen tantas cosas? 驴De donde sale tanta basura? 驴No son esos demasiados libros? 驴De quien son todas esas cosas que nunca habia visto?
La vida da muchas vueltas y 21 a帽os despu茅s metimos la vida en una maleta e hicimos la mudanza que jam谩s pensamos que har铆amos y nos fuimos a otro pa铆s en donde nos esperaban mil cambios y aventuras, pero adem谩s una buena temporada de alquileres y mudanzas.
Por ahora no nos ha tocado mudarnos, pero mientras ayudaba en esta mudanza me di cuenta que todo es m谩s f谩cil de la mano de los amigos. Y mientras nos llenabamos de pintura gracias a nuestras habilidades de pintores principiantes, recordabamos Venezuela y como all谩 no se puede pintar "secos", nos pedimos una cervecita para brindar por las tradiciones de nuestro pa铆s. Fue as铆 como alguien puso a sonar una gaita para recordar todos los diciembres en los que pint贸 en su casa (obviamente ese fue nuestro amigo m谩s diestro en esto de pintar) y empezaron a salir de nosotros mil an茅cdotas. Lo que era un trabajo pesado y estresante se convirti贸 en un compartir entre amigos. Con buen humor y manos extra el trabajo se hizo veloz.
Y mientras estabamos en ese proceso de recuerdos, mudanza y pintura, entend铆 que para m铆 ha sido m谩s facil este proceso migratorio porque no estoy sola, porque tengo un circulo de apoyo maravilloso en cada paso, y por el que estoy sumamente agradecida.
Ahora, volviendo a las mudanzas, me qued茅 pensando que mejor controlo a la acumuladora que hay en m铆 o tendr茅 muchos problemas el d铆a que me toque mudarme. Jajaja 馃槀
Imagenes de mi propiedad tomadas con mi tel茅fono, traducci贸n de Google traductor.
A few days ago, I was helping with a move: packing, painting, moving furniture, repairing things... And that took me on a trip down memory lane and made me reflect on many things.
The first is that you don't really know how much stuff you have until you move, and the other is that moving shows you who your true friends are.
When I was a kid, we moved a lot, but I wasn't involved in that process. They would drop my brother and me off at Grandma's house and pick us up when the new house was nice and ready for us (wonderful childhood experiences we didn't appreciate 馃槀).
But when I turned 14, we made what we thought would be our last move (at least until we were ready to move out on our own), and that was the case for 21 years. I did participate in that move and discovered the stressful insanity of moving. Where did so much stuff come from? Where did so much junk come from? Aren't those just too many books? Whose are all those things I'd never seen before?
Life takes many twists and turns, and 21 years later, we packed our suitcases and made the move we never thought we'd make. We moved to another country where a thousand changes and adventures awaited us, as well as a good season of renting and moving.
We haven't had to move yet, but while helping with this move, I realized that everything is easier with friends. And while we covered ourselves in paint thanks to our beginner painting skills, we remembered Venezuela, and since you can't paint "dry" there, we ordered a beer to toast our country's traditions. That's when someone started playing a bagpipe to remember all the Decembers he'd painted in his house (obviously, he was our most skilled friend when it came to painting), and a thousand anecdotes began to pour out. What was once a tedious and stressful task became a joy to share with friends. With good humor and extra hands, the job was done quickly.
And while we were in that process of memories, moving, and painting, I realized that this immigration process has been easier for me because I'm not alone, because I have a wonderful circle of support every step of the way, and for that I'm extremely grateful.
Now, going back to moving, I kept thinking that I better control the hoarder in me or I'll have a lot of problems the day it's time to move. Hahaha 馃槀
Images of my own taken with my phone, translated by Google Translate.
