Often late at night I stop and listen to the world around me. Despite the constant noise – my husband’s snoring, motorcycles passing on the street below, a lone siren in the distance – there is a sort of postmodern quiet in the unquiet, as if some majestic silence muffles the sounds of night. It is in these moments, when my life is illuminated only by a computer screen, that I forget, momentarily, where I am and how much my life has changed. But has my life changed? The sounds I hear are the same sounds that I could hear from my apartment on a busy corner in Nashville, the same sounds that might be heard from almost anywhere in the world at 1am.
There are so many things about this new life of mine that are no different from the life I left behind. I write, I play, I watch, I laugh, I cry, I shop, I love, I read. I can feel the autumn breeze from a sixth floor apartment in downtown
4 comments:
That made me smile.
Bravo.
Well said! Yet again.
Change is always accompanied by nostalgia. Maybe you've got more reason than most to feel it, and (why not?) to enjoy it.
that's beautiful... and thank you for expressing what many expat women feel.
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