It is an absolutely perfect autumn day in Sydney. I have just gotten my US visa to go to Neil’s sister’s wedding and I am celebrating it by sitting in a beautiful harbor café with a view to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and the Sydney Opera House to my right. The only thing missing in this perfect picture is Neil who stayed in Brisbane and went to work.
The city is fresh and crisp, flowing over with bright Australian noon sunlight. The Harbor water is glistening and reflecting the bridge and opera house, little ships are coming in and out, seagulls crying, tourists snapping pictures, Aborigines playing their didgeridoos and entertaining curious passers by.
I am pinching myself to see if I am living in my own dream. I don’t think I am but then again you never know.
I am blessed beyond what I could have ever imagined or dreamed. I remember praying once to have an opportunity to see the world. I have gotten so much more than that. Who would have ever thought that the girl from Latvia, who grew up under Communism and didn’t dare to dream of owning a sweatshirt with a mickey mouse on it because it seemed so unattainable, is living in Australia, married to a wonderful man and working at a great job (and I can buy a sweatshirt with a mickey mouse, which I would never wear...)
The only morale I can see to this story is that you should never limit yourself in your dreams. But instead of focusing on those dreams, focus on the one who wants to bless you with them.
2 comments:
I am so proud of you. Knowing you through the 'growing up' I don't think I'll ever stop bursting with happiness for where you are in life now, knowing your longings then.
Ah, I miss you. But I'm so glad you're there.
Hey, did you visit P.Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney while you were there?
ok, that was an incredibly cheesy on a very emotional post, sorry. Seriously, I am so happy for you. You deserve nothing but happiness and you have worked very hard to get where you are. :)
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