Believe it or not I'm already starting to pack. I'm 2 and a half months away from leaving and only now I realised that I won't be able to take all my "stuff" back with me. It's amazing how much I gathered in the last 10 months. It makes me feel so stupid. Why did I bring so much from Brazil? Why did I get so much in Canada? And I consider myself a non-consumerist. Yeah right!
Well, I guess the good part of it all is that once more I'm learning to be more detached from materialistic things. I'm starting to make my peace with the fact that I'll have to leave (maybe donate to MCC) half of what I currently own. After all they are just "stuff", right?
And of course I still have things in Brazil... which have been probably worn out by my sister by now... (don't take me wrong, love her to death) =]
I was talking to a friend on the phone yesterday. She moved to Toronto 2 years and a half ago, so we were sharing some of our thoughts and experiences regarding being away from home, or not really knowing where home really is anymore. And she put into words exactly how I feel about this whole situation. It was really nice to hear what I think, from someone else.
Whenever we decide to go abroad for a relatively long amount of time we also decide to never stop feeling saudades. (Portuguese word for "I miss you", which is a noun in my language and can't be translated into any other language in the world- maybe I'll explain it better in a future post). People are irreplaceable, therefore no matter how many new friends you make, or how many families "adopt" you, they will never replace the ones you had in the place you were before. You will always feel saudades. I've made so many new friends here but I never stopped missing my friends in Brazil, and I'm sure I'll miss the friends I made here just as much.
I'll have to leave a lot of "stuff" behind... but it will all be replaced after a few months...
The irreplaceable is what counts... and that will be taken with me in my heart.
(Thank God there's no weight limit to what your heart can carry on the plane) =]
This is the first time in my life I won't be with my mom for Mother's Day. I guess you could say it's not such a big deal... after all you should appreciate your mom every single day and not just on the second Sunday of May. But there are certain traditions in my family that make this day really special. Every Mother's Day my brother, my sister and I put a special breakfast together, we buy my mom's favourite cake and some special buns and jams and we make her cards and give her flowers. And then we take it all to her in bed on Sunday morning... and she's always ready to receive us. There she is... beautiful, in her pajamas waiting to hug her children and say that we are the best Mother's Day gift she could ever wish for. And then we spend the morning talking and eating, sharing and loving. That's what my mom is to me. She represents love, patience, care, strength. I admire her deeply. She's my bes
t friend... she knows me so well... she knows when I'm in love even before I tell her... she knows what I've eaten just by looking at me... she knows when I'm sad even when I try to look happy... she gives the best advice, but only when I ask her. She never tells me what to do even though she would like to sometimes. She is my "maezinha do coracao", my "mamis", de quem eu tenho tantas saudades! 
icoes. Vc me ensinou tanto, acho q nem sei medir ainda o valor dos seus ensinamentos, mas sei q eles afetaram quem sou e quem serei profundamente. Muito obrigada por tudo q vc eh na minha vida, por ser minha amiga e minha mae e por nunca enfraquecer, mesmo na minha teimosia de adolecente. Obrigada por sua fidelidade a mim e por seu amor por mim. Me doi muito nao poder estar com vc no dia das maes... mas vou recompensar qdo eu voltar com certeza. Amo vc alem do q vc pode imaginar e alem do q eu mesma sei medir."
