For the Past Month, Every Day Was a New Discovery
But now I’m finally back home
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I’ve been absent for over a month, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I felt unmoored for what seemed like an eternity.
Leaving my home was more than leaving a place. It was a parting from a life I’d grown accustomed to, one that had seamlessly blended with my identity.
As the ground beneath my feet changed, the familiar gave way to the unknown: a foreign land, unfamiliar faces, alien culture, and peculiar traditions.
And while many dream of such adventures as tourists, I found myself completely submerged, drowning in everyday life situations like a local.
This new world, while charming, brought with it challenges that sometimes felt insurmountable.
My husband’s homeland, Azerbaijan, danced to a different rhythm — its own set of unspoken rules, expectations, and societal obligations — a rhythm starkly contrasting the West.
The crowded streets, the constant chatter, and the myriad of faces — which soon turned from strangers to family — were at times overwhelming.
Even nature seemed to converse in a different language.
But I’d be lying if I said there weren’t moments of joy and beauty — there were, without a doubt.
They seeped in between the days when everything seemed too much, reminding me of the richness of life and the growth that comes with challenges.
I never imagined discovering myself 3,000 kilometers away from home.
And now, reflecting on everything, there’s an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude not just for the experiences but also for the beauty of routine, the comfort of the known.
I know there’s a lot I’ve missed and much to catch up on, but even in my absence, you, my dear friends, have been a source of constant support.
In this forever expanding space of zeros and ones, there isn’t a community more supportive and kind than this one.
Thank you. ❤
