After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
It's that time of year...and not only is it a New Year, it's the end of a decade. Tossing a calendar just tends to make one ponder.
The 21st century has seen huge changes for me personally: two international moves with Phoebe the Expat Cat (who unfortunately passed away in 2008)--I lived in Mexico and then moved to Buenos Aires. I had cancer for the second time. I made six trips to Cuba. My Argentine partner and I started teaching tango together. And I fell in love.
Those are the dramatic points. The decade was full of lots of other ups and downs that had to do with living and adjusting to other cultures and language. I'm still trying to adjust, and I don't think I ever will. Living in Buenos Aires is not easy for me; it's a daily challenge and sometimes I rise to it and sometimes I don't. The truth is, without Ruben's help, I don't think I could.
So here I am working on a new decade, the 'teens of the 21st century. Would I do it all again? Yes, for all the difficulties and tears of the past 10 years, I'm thankful for the opportunity of growth and the grace of the love of a good man, which might not have happened in Los Angeles.
But there is a price to pay. So far it's worth it.