On this same date already two years ago, I left my country and came to live in Germany. Within this period, I have visited more countries than I had ever before. I’ve already been to Slovenia, Russia, Italy, and drove through Austria. My brother should arrive in the following weeks to Europe and he’ll be living in Holland, so I might wind up there soon.
Before coming to Germany, I had already lived in the US and the Dominican Republic, but had briefly landed in Panama, Venezuela, and Puerto Rico.
The gist is where my roots are. I’ve never lived in the same place for over seven years, and that was only twice (Bogota and Barranquilla in Colombia). For years, I geared everything towards a married, family life. And I have finally succeeded, to some extent.
A few years ago, while in the DR, shortly after I had met my wife, I was riding in a colleague’s car and the tape player was booming Jenn August’s “Home.” That’s when I realized it didn’t matter where I lived, ’cause I had found my home…
I’m very proud and happy to announce my first year on the blogosphere.
Despite a very active first few months, over time, and lack of it, the posting has been dropping from once every three days or so to once or twice every month or so.
A lot has happened in a year (got married –again–, found a job, moved –at least temporarily– to another town and state) and some of it has been registered here.
I’ve added a nifty recount of posts from 2004 on the right panel. Check it out.
This was the first posting, and it was the first and only in Spanish.
I’m very proud and happy to announce my first month on the blogosphere.
Hey, it’s just one month, but I was a late commer to weblogging, even though I had had a website for almost five years.
This was the first posting, and it was in Spanish.