I remember the last night in my home in Oakland. The dream home. It felt so dramatic. The house was completely empty. I slept on a foam pad with Roxie, my adored pitbull baby. It was raining. In the morning my friend Tina came to get us. We loaded everything into her Honda, and took off for SFO. I was starting a new life.
Argentina has been an adventure and it certainly continues to be. The perfect city for a 7 planet air sign. (4 in Gemini and 3 in Libra) It is impossible to be bored here. More than anything, I hate being bored. Google was invented for people like me.
Looking back, it all seems a little crazy. I sold the dream house, the dream car, the dream truck, left a business, to do what? Dance tango? As we say in Spanish "No puedo creer." I did. I never looked back. My first metamorphosis here was "tango baby." I could dance tango 12 hours a day. I taught with several partners, I hosted people in my apartment, I gave tours. I was in the newspapers, I danced on TV. People would stop me on the street, recognizing me from some interview. My 15 minutes of fame.
There was the car accident. The wheelchair, the crutches. The terror of maybe not dancing again. The hard reality of what life in the milonga was really about. The clothing design business that did well until the lovely CFK rained on my parade. I survived. Like always.
Like a butterfly, I metamorphosed again. I went full with teaching English and doing translations. Translations are my passion. It is like writing, which we all know, I love. Dancing took a backseat. A foot injury. I found another Buenos Aires. Theater, cinema, a great jazz and blues scene. Gourmet dinners with friends who love to cook.
The apartment I bought 12 years ago, will now have new owners next Thursday. I once said "they were going to have to carry me out of this place." Tomorrow starts the beginning of my next metamorphosis. Here I go. Ready or not. Like my brother says: "I always land on my feet."