Today marks the three year anniversary of moving to Argentina. When we left the United States we had no idea when, or even if, we would return. Not because we didn't love or appreciate the place we came from, but because when we left we didn't want to put any limits on what the adventure we were setting out on could be. However, our "indefinite" time in South America is now drawing to a close. After three years of living in opposite seasons in the southern hemisphere, in this big crazy amazing city, some time in the next two months we'll be headed back north on a one way trip bound for Los Angeles.
As it works out, this anniversary marks the beginning of our final chapter of living in Buenos Aires. Last week Gallery 24B (our apartment), and the artwork within it, saw its last visitors, and before the weekend was over a sea of corrugation had slowly started to spread through the apartment as packing and preparations began for the impending international move.
As we see friends now, some for the last time, they ask if I'm excited to be moving back. My usual response is usually "shit yeah". I can't wait to stuff my face with some New York style pizza, or hang with my family for the holidays (hasn't happened since 2007), however, I'm trying not to let my mind go there quite yet. The time for that will come soon enough. Instead I just try to stay in the moment, and keep taking in the experience of living in a foreign land as long as I can - my last few moments of being an immigrant...at least for now.
Above: Sunrise over Buenos Aires this morning.
Currently Listening To:
Song: The Last Goodbye (listen)
Artist: The Kills (official site)
The Places In Between
by Rory Stewart