Difficult is not impossible
I listened to a song on the radio this week and the lyrics had the headline I chose for this post in it. I think that there isn’t a saying that can possibly describe better what this whole immigration thing felt like for us – and still does! Moving to a foreign country (in which you never lived before) sure sounds beyond difficult. But aren’t the difficult things and experiences what makes life so exciting and worth living?
The whole moving to the US thing and living here was kind of easy for us. Everything worked out so well and I am still beyond thrilled about that. But there still are those little moments, which make it difficult. Even if everyone is friendly over here, you sometimes still feel left out. Because you are just not as open as the Americans are and that sometimes makes it hard to naturally connect with people (like you see it happening all the time). We may have no problem at all with the language, but still you are so tired in the evenings, because it’s so more challenging to work in a different language. And to switch back to german every time you wanna speak with your partner or your family.
After two months of living here I know for sure that this was the right path to take in life and that all the hard moments and all the tears were totally worth it. But what I like the most is that I wasn’t scared too much to take that step. That I challenged myself with a journey like that. And that I (so far) made it through without getting bruised too hard!
Yes, leaving your home and starting all over new is definitely difficult. But is it impossible? When you do it open-minded, well planned and with the right sense of intelligence, it absolutely isn’t!
I actually wanted to write this post way earlier this week, but I have been to tired and overwhelmed to do it. As you may already know we arrived in LA at around noon on Monday. It took us some time to make our way through the airport. Not because we had problems with immigration or anything, but because we sat at the end of our huge plane and had about six handbags to collect after we finally got out of the plane. The immigration officer was – again – totally easy on us and just asked where we lived know and said welcome. I was actually worried about the loads of luggage we carried with us, but customs did not even care.
We watched the show LA Ink today and they had a costumer who at that moment lived in his car just to be able to make his dream come true and live in LA. That at the same time made me feel bad for the guy and I admire him, because I would never do something like that just for the sake of living in a certain city. Especially in LA. I have never been a huge fan of LA, I never wanted to live there and we did not choose LA as our first immigration destination, because we love it. We just chose it, because we had to chose a city to move to.