Time

One year ago.

One year ago I took a plane. There were two oceans between me and my destination. There were so many things other than that, you know? Yet the bridge was simple to cross. Two flights.

I'll never forget the smell. I had never been in such a dry place before. The sun was starting to set and the air humidity was barely nothing. I remember feeling the heat rising up from the floor and I began to realize what had happened.

I now know I'll never again be that person that came out of that El Al airplane. Her I can't really remember. But I do remember that this trip made me take a vow: never to forget. And now I choose my memories very carefully, never to forget what truly matters in life.

A few months later I came back to get that part of me that stayed there. I now know that much of what I dreamed of in those four months wasn't true. But I made it true by wishing, just to un-wish it as I got there. But much of what I expect was true. And there were surprises I really didn't see coming.

And then I become someone else two. Someone more alike to the one that writes to you today. I now feel much wiser and whole. I feel older. I feel more responsible in my own skin, for my own acts. And now I feel I can be true to what I decide to become, where I like it, with who I like. And I feel empowered to make any decision in the path that lies ahead. And I now know, from these experiences I've had, that good things are placed all along this path.

One year. Hey, what a year...