Coming back from Euskadi this summer has been the hardest since I moved to the United States. It would always take me a couple of weeks to leave my country behind and get into the groove of my American life. This year though, I wasn’t fast enough and I’m still hanging in there, adding to the blues of the holiday season.
This morning I got up and thought “Jeez, Henar!” Blah, blah, blah… Sure it’s hard to be an immigrant and away from your family, plus things happen or don’t happen that bring you down. But it is what it is, and it’s not going to change. It’d be different if living in Boise sucked, but I freaking love it – the place and its people. I think it is time to get out of the funk and put down in writing what I’m thankful for this year, the people and things that make living in Boise the best move I ever made, immigrant syndrome and all.
For the first time in 16 years all my friends are here: Dunya moved back from Germany, Victoria left Idaho Falls, and Irune is once again the teacher at Boiseko Ikastola. Diana never left since we met (she knows better), and neither has Ruth. Ander will be here for Christmas.
My Basque-American girls. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’d have probably never started with pala, slept in Esther’s spinning guest room after a girls night-in and 3 bottles of wine, enjoyed the Anniversary dinners in San Francisco (don’t get me started), or pulled and all-nighter in Amoroto cycling through the three bars in town until 9 am the following day. They bring me into their houses at Thanksgiving or Christmas when they know I am alone. They help me understand my kids better.
I’m grateful for the last two and a half years.
It’s hard to get up early sometimes, to finish a translation before I get to work at H-P after dropping the kids of at school. Then I read the news coming from Spain. I’m thankful for short nights, long days, and awesome coworkers.
Bi-monthly massages by the best masseuse in town, our very own Amaya Oxarango-Ingram. Along with my body, she soothes my mind too. Eskerrik asko.
My house never sold, but I’m thankful I tried. Now, I have new gutters, fresh paint on the outside trim, a cute outdoor porch light, and my living room and kitchen are much better organized.
I’m grateful for my kids. They make me laugh and achieved the almost impossible task of making their mom more patient, less self-centered, an ex-smoker and incipient baker. Plus they still haven’t switched to talking to me in English.
I am thinking about creating a shrine to whoever came up with Skype. I talk to my parents and sister more now than when I lived in Euskadi. Skype makes it possible for my kids to maintain a bond with my family all year-long.
Finally, I’m grateful for the blog. I love spreading the word about Basque stuff, but most of all, I just like the opportunity to let it all out.
These are just a few of the things that make me happy, although there are many more that keep me going. I need to be better at keeping them in mind.
Oh, and you know what? It would be awesome if you would stop for a second to leave a comment with the one thing that made this year special for you.
I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving holiday!
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