Autumn
The memory was still
vivid like it happened not eons ago- multi-colored works of arts, a
riot of colors mostly shades of yellow, red and orange, and views from above
with objects that glistened like lilac hue. It was autumn and the scenery was
painted distinctly on my mind since it was my first time in United States.
The smell of ripe
earth and the feel of mellow, golden sun on my skin left that taste of
nostalgic reminiscences of so many firsts as soon as the plane landed on the
airport. The joy was immeasurable when I saw the ‘Michigan’ sign. The first few
days were days of tears as my husband and I would stare at each other still in
disbelief that we were finally together.
Winter
The frigidity of
winter rain came so fast as soon as I had my first ever celebration of
Thanksgiving. Not surprisingly, it was also marked by another first- my first
taste of turkey.
Soon,
I watched my boots over the frozen sidewalk. Not long after, my first glimpse
of the white snow flakes as they fell from the sky. My husband watched me as my
eyes grew huge in bewilderment, and like a child, I jumped up and down trying
to catch the soft pieces but they ended in my mouth instead.
My
first Christmas with my husband couldn’t be more perfect- carols playing
softly, his arms around me, and miles and miles of trees blanketed in snow.
Spring
Just as I thought it couldn’t get any colder, the snow
melted away. From the once barren brown trees sprang new signs of life. The air
was scented with flowers blooming. The air was warmer and the cold breeze
finally became gentler and breathed new life to once desolate landscape.
Again, my first
glimpse of the magical fairy tale where brilliant rays of new life emerged. It
was also my first birthday here marked by another first with a ten-mile-walk at
Pictured Rocks and an eight-mile-bike at Mackinaw Island- two of the top
destinations in Michigan.
Summer
The old adage hit
me with reality again. Time indeed flies so fast. As I basked at the scorching
heat and the ball of fire in the sky blazed a brilliant amber, there was this
dawn of realization that summer completed my four seasons. Though the word ‘firsts’
probably capped off everything, I could not deny the fact that my new life here
is also a collection of new learning experiences.
Countless Lessons
Yes, there were myriads of lessons. Cleaning the table
after eating at fast-food restaurants would be on top of the list. Then the
rest could just be summed up with the seasons- raking leaves during fall,
plowing snow during winter, and mowing grass during spring and summer. Yes,
starting anew was a bit scary and definitely was not easy but so long as you
fill your hearts with faith, hope and love, then life is worth basking in the
beauty of the four seasons. Officially celebrating my ten months here in the
U.S.A., four seasons, and countless life's lessons.
"This life is an enduring
and complex journey, but finally I have reached the point in my story where I
am appreciative of where I've been, proud of where I am, and excited about
where I have yet to go.”
