I miss...

Oi, gente! Tudo bom?

Eu tenho me sentido muito feliz aqui nos Estados Unidos, mas existem muitas coisas que só existem no Brasil para mim... Eu adoro os Eua, mas ainda não consegui achar isso aqui muito melhor que o Brasil. Talvez eu nunca pense isso.

Um dia eu estava morrendo de saudade... eu comecei a escrever. Escrevi o texto abaixo e levei pro meu professor da faculdade corrigir. Ele adorou o texto e escreveu muitas coisas legais para mim. Foi muito interessante, porque ele já morou na França e na África do Sul, então ele sabe exatamente como eu me sinto aqui. :)

Bom, eu fiz o texto em Inglês já pensando em levar pra ele... Já que a maioria das pessoas que lê o blog quer ser/é/foi Au Pair, é bom dar uma lida em inglês mesmo, pra dar uma treinada ou uma lembrada. :) 

Espero que gostem.

Beijos!!

I miss my country...

I miss Brazil everytime I go to a bakery and there is not any fresh orange juice and cheese bread. I miss my country when I wake up in the morning and I realize that I need to think before I speak, because I am not speaking Portuguese, just English, and I can’t express myself very well speaking English. I miss São Paulo everytime that I want to hang out and I don’t have the subway just five minutes away from my home. I miss my country when I think that the winter is coming in the U.S.A., because I hate cold, and we don’t have severe winters in Brazil.

I miss my country when I want to hang out at clubs and I can stay there for all night long. I miss my country everytime I go somewhere and they don’t have fresh juice, just smothies.

I miss my bedroom. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my brothers. I miss my mom. I miss my University. I miss my school and my students. I miss my sister. I miss my Godson. I miss my niece. I miss my old car that I don’t have anymore. I miss my neighborhood. I miss the train and the subway. I miss the tropical weather. I miss the city. I would love to live in New York City because it is exactly like São Paulo. I miss my four cats (two of them I won't see anymore in this life). I miss my best friend. I miss eating rice and beans every day. I miss texting my friends all day long. I miss the traffic. I miss sleeping with my boyfriend everyday. I miss wearing summer clothes in the winter. I miss watching bad tv shows on weekday afternoons. I miss sleeping in the afternoons, wake up late, and hurry up to go to school. I miss my check ups with my favorite doctors and my dentist. I miss what I hate: blood tests. I miss my friends. I miss studying education. I miss so many things that I could just stay here and write, and write, and write for days…

But now I am here and everything that I miss is a good sign, because it means that I was very happy in my country. It means that everything happened and it was very good for me. Now it is time to start again. Start enjoying a new country,  new foods, new places, new tv shows, new language, new friends, new family, new teacher, a new college, a new house, a new bedroom, new rules, new subjects… everything is new for me now. Maybe I will miss it when I go back to Brazil. Maybe, when I finish my year here, everything in Brazil will be new again for me. The cheese bread will be something new and wearing summer clothes in the winter will be something impossible for me. Maybe my mom and I will learn something together and maybe my boyfriend and I can start dating again, as it was more than two years ago. Maybe the traffic will be something new for me, but in a few months it will start annoying me. Maybe the train will be very strange, because it doesn’t go to another city or state. Maybe the subway will have more technology that when I left São Paulo.

My Godson will be a year older and my niece will start to talk and walk, because now she is just 3 months old. Maybe my bedroom is not there anymore. Maybe my friends will be different. Maybe everybody misses me so much that they started to live without thinking about me. Maybe they won’t remember me. Maybe the corruption won’t exist anymore. Maybe the new mayor will do something really good for my city.

I miss… But… Maybe… I don’t know, this is just my life, and life changes all the time without asking us if we really want this change. You just need to do it. 

Maria Eugênia Costa, 27 de setembro de 2012.