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Pena y Orgullo.


Esta semana mi esposo y yo nos mudamos a una nueva casa ( foto, Linda, no?) y un sentimiento de pena y extraño orgullo me ha inquietado desde que todo el proceso del trasteo inicio, desde la buscada de la casa....

1. Pena, porque pena , a ver, la verdad no se porque, no tiene nada de malo haber vivido en el hotel mama por casi toda mi vida y más aun siendo Colombiana, en donde hasta los 80 años esta bien vivir con los taitas.... puede ser por la expresión en el rostro que observo en la gente cuando les comento que es la primera vez en tantos años que pongo mis cositas en unas cajitas y las muevo de una casa a otra, he de mencionar que no solo gringos, muchos latinos no entienden como no habia hecho algo como esto antes... pero y si, mis papas escogieron la casa donde me crie y pues ellos se encargaron de poner todas las cositas adentro y en la misma casa siguen ellos y pues hasta algunas de mis cositas...

2. Orgullo, bueno, la verdad no se si es orgullo la palabra correcta, lo que si es que me da una satisfacción haberme tomado tantos años en hacerlo. Solo haber tenido que meter mi ropa en una maleta y montarla en un avion con rumbo a otro país, sin tener que envolver vasos en papel periodico, organizar libros en cajas que pesan toneladas, o cargar pesadas sillas o sofas escaleras arriba o abajo. La clase de sentimiento que despierta la comodidad.

Es definitivamente mas positivo el sentimiento de no tenerlo que haber hecho antes, pero el problema es que como muchas cosas en nuestra vida, cuando se hacen una vez estan destinadas a repetirse una y otra vez, hasta que ya no se hacen mas, hasta que el lugar seleccionado tenga mi nombre en la escritura publica.

Por otro lado esto de la nueva casa me recuerda que ya estoy grande y pues me da pena admitir que para muchas de estas cosas de ser grande aun no estoy preparada....... pero bueno, por el momento mejor me preocuparé por donde colgar un cuadro o donde colocar las sabanas y cobijas extras.

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