When I first moved here, I’d walk in the city listening to music, feeling liberated and light. I’d force myself not to twirl so that people would not think I was crazy. The big smile plastered on my face and my bouncy walk was enough to let people think I was. I remember asking myself, how long would I feel like this? This feeling must be temporary.
11 months later, I’m walking around exploring random neighbourhoods in the city admiring the old architecture and the charm of every alleyway.
11 months later, I still hold myself from twirling.
11 months later, I still have a huge smile plastered on my face.
11 months later, I still feel liberated.
This country has inspired me to do so much.
This country has nourished my soul.
This country has been good to me.
Day after day, I love this country more and more, and with it I love myself more.