Letters Home XIII. Summer on this tiny speck.

“During our infinitesimally brief stay on our tiny speck of a planet, we fret and strut this way and that, and then are heard of no more.”

I just finished reading both “Sapiens: A brief history of humankind” and “Homo Deus” by the amazing Harari. Tapping into some subjects that I was already interested in, they have given me such a different perspective on who we are not as individuals but as a species and has made me question and put under the lens everything we assume is a truth. Nothing really is real, besides what exist in nature. We overuse the word natural so much, what does it actually mean? Natural is only that what exist in nature. For us human beings, natural are basically only our bodies, which can be analysed and explained by biology. All the rest are made up stories by us, sapiens. It’s culture. And when I say the rest, I mean literally everything else. This is great and scary at the same time and opens so many possibilities. All the possibilities can be done and can be ‘real’ as long as we have enough people that will stand behind it. Politics, nations, corporations, money, economy. We’ve created it, we’ve invented it. We became the rulers of this planet by destroying most of the other species and now threatening what is left of the environment. Who are we and why are we so sure that we are entitled to all of this at all costs?
Our past is dark and full of atrocities, our future is a question mark. And in the midst, here am I, with my ephemeral presence, typing away about how I feel and what I experience, uploading it all to the giant data flow.

Since the last time I wrote, quite some things happened both here & around the globe: same-sex marriage is now legal in Australia, our house contract just got renewed for another year in the burbs (the wild wild west), Trump is still president in the US of A, my A (other A) has embarked in several business ventures, I’m the proud owner of a small car (Yumi) and still strumming the uke whenever I can. I think that sums it up. Oh, and I’m blonde.

Summer is almost at its end in the Southern Hemisphere (although days like today – reading in my bikini in the backyard – wouldn’t give that away). We’ve spent our Christmas with A’s family in Perth, had my family over for a week afterwards and various visits from friends from Europe so we’ve kept busy. I’ve been living here for over 2 years now with 1 year working full time for the One. Thanks to some more stability we decided to book that long awaited Europe trip and will be gone for about 6 weeks dodging a bit of the Victorian winter chills. Scotland, France, Italy, the Netherlands and Denmark to close it off with – back to where it all started.

There will be more to come but for now: miss you and see you soon.

M.

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Letters Home X. Introvertism, Perspectivism and Ukulelism.

It’s Australia Day. It’s my first Australia Day. I should probably be having a barbie, slip-slop-slap in my thongs. But I’m not. Truth is, I’m not doing anything special. I’m home strumming on my uke, watching some tv and cleaning the house. A is in New York, has been for a couple of weeks now and will be gone for some more and I’m getting into my own little routines. I miss him a lot, especially on a day like this, but I finally have the idea that I have a life here for myself as well. I’m not drooling on the ‘past’ although now I’m probably looking too much into the ‘future’. I went to a yoga class this morning (just started hot yoga in a new studio) and the teacher was explaining the importance of being in the ‘now’. We really never truly are present to the immediate and it requires a lot of practice to be able to live in the moment, which is the only way to appreciate what is.

I always identified myself as a shy person until reading an article – can’t remember where – a few days back when I realized that maybe I’m not shy, maybe I’m just an introvert. Not like an extreme one, but I did recognize certain main trades like, for example, the exhaustion of being with strangers, the energy required of having small talk and being amongst people I’m not familiar or comfortable with. I do it, often forcing myself to it, but it’s never a pleasant or easy thing. Being aware of this, makes me sometimes just tell myself: cut the crap, it’s no big deal. And on the other hand, I’m also just trying to enjoy and be ok with being by myself, without the social pressure of always having to do, needing to be, all the fear of missing out. Spending time alone is great too! Writing or reading, having a run, a walk or playing the ukulele can often be immensely satisfying and they can be done on your own.

Yes, I started ukulele lessons. I got a beautiful new uke from A for my birthday and I’m trying to master this cute little instrument. The first lesson took me back to being a kid, so all those feelings of “I’m not good enough”, “I didn’t do my homework” came right back slapping me in the face. Turns out, I am good enough and that I actually enjoy ‘doing the homework’ aka playing the uke. I have spent already hours and hours until my fingers are too sore and I’m forced to stop. I’m far away from being good, but I’m excited and I enjoy it.

In a couple of days, you will not believe this, but it will be my one year anniversary in Straya. One year. Holy Guacamole! I can finally apply for the partner visa. The whole process of getting ready for this is a troubled journey and makes me anxious every day; they need so many documents from all the countries you’ve been living in for the past 10 years (and that’s quite a few!) and so much proof of your “genuine and continuing relationship” and other insane checks, it’s stressful and tiring! I’m learning – and hopefully will soon master – the technique of distancing myself from myself, looking at my life from outside, from a different view point. Getting perspective makes stressing about these things feel utterly ridiculous. As soon as I step out of my own little world my humane little troubles suddenly disappear within seconds. Then I start thinking wider and deeper until I’m overwhelmed. Maybe the only way is getting out in nature. Reconnecting. Breathing. Learning our instincts all over. We are only a teeny tiny drop, an invisible dot in a whole lot of nothingness. Everything is meaningless, so let’s not get troubled. Let’s love and love only.

Peace out.

M.