The Corner Of 94th St
The corner of 94th St , Apartment 501. It was the bricked wall building with the yellow wall in the front. It was surrounded by eucalyptus trees that perfumed the air, and hid the 9-story building, as if it had been built in the middle of a forest. At night, the wind would blow, and softly "comb" the branches of the trees, I had to get out and feel such an expression of mother nature. I've always said that the wind is the trumpet of the darkness that guides our dreams, and holds us in its deepest silence. Because all this was left behind in my home country, I felt the greatest sadness that a person like me could bear, but also, I learned that the future holds the most amazing things, that you could never imagine. We moved 7 days after I turned thirteen. I was in the middle of eight grade. I packed everything the night after my parents decided we were moving, (probably to avoid emotions) not only to another house, but to another country. I just packed my childhood in boxes, and my clothes in big bags. I cried a lot and went into a period of clinical depression during the three months it took for us to plan how we were going to arrange e
At first, I used to close my eyes and picture myself in my old room with my old things, living my old life. I miss that time when we worried about going out, and being robbed, kidnapped or hurt, because we actually had something to worry about. I miss my dad coming home at night, glad because he had a new project almost every three months. I miss playing with my dog under the eucalyptus trees. I miss the hissing wind, and its coolness. Sometimes I feel sad when I think of that time in my life, and other times I feel grateful, as confusing as it may seem. My city, Bogota, will always represent the life I know I will find again someday. In the meantime, though, I have learned to find happiness and peace in other places. I cherish every moment of silence in which I can make myself believe that I'm hearing the wind crying. I enjoy every cold front when I can feel a coldness inside of me. Most important, I cherish my parents, who love each other and who love me and my sister to the point that they also abandoned their lives for our future. After three years of not going back, I'm still under treatment for what turned into manic depression, I stil
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