I’m moving into my new place in Berkeley and was going through old stuff in my room at my parent’s house and found a diary from when I was living in Chile when I was 20. So much angst about my sexuality, so many reflections on how moving to South America was an escape from a previously unhappy existence. It all seems so distant, even though it was only five years ago. It affirmed how much I’ve grown and come into my own skin since.
Also gave me extreme wanderlust. I’m starting to resent my semi-permanency in the East Bay, but I can’t let this take over. Good thing I’m marrying a Frenchman very soon and getting EU residency! We’re meeting with an immigration lawyer for a consultation on Friday. I casually mentioned to my parents over dinner my plans to marry this man I met a month ago and they responded just as I anticipated. then I showed my mom his picture and she was convinced.