Amusement Park Rides
Every time I return from the United States, I take an emotional roller coaster ride. I’m not very fond of roller coasters anymore. I remember my dad sacrificially going to amusement parks with me when I was a teenager. At my request, of course. Now, I am very content to go for a walk with my dad or have a nice chat. Roller coasters are way to dramatic. This time, after returning from America I needed some help to level out my emotions and sort out all the mixed-up feelings that come with yo-yoing between cultures and my people. Note that “my people” include blood relatives and my chosen overseas family. Part of the help I received came on a walk with a trusted friend. She discerned that I was struggling and asked some questions. I decided to be authentically real and share. Insightfully, after listening to me this friend pointed out that I have had 3 significant recent losses, but also have been given 3 important things to do (that I am passi...