Two weeks of self-discovery, two weeks in my homeland and yet I feel lost. A disconnect that I didn’t think I would feel. It has been two weeks since I have uprooted my life from Hawaii at moved to Armenia. The transition has not been an easy one. Leaving behind everything I know and am comfortable with and starting over. Repeating my elevator speech a million and one times to new people, but this time in Armenian. It is challenging but rewarding. You begin to question the reason you are doing the things you are doing, but then it hits you in the moments when you are laughing and enjoying your time with your friends or something good happens when you are working you realize exactly why you embarked on this journey. You understand what made you uproot, what made you crave for this change and this life. With that, I realized that purity is the key, with pure intentions comes a pure reason.
My journey started with my arrival at one in the morning, stepping into the airport and already being surrounded by Armenians was a comforting feeling. Something I am not used to and felt like I was stripped from. Bushy eyed and disoriented, we made it to our flat rental, and we went to sleep and woke up to explore the city of Yerevan. A unique feeling, doing my daily transactions in my mother tongue, from ordering at a restaurant to exchanging money at a bank, it is all in Armenian. The challenge began when I arrived in the city of Gyumri, a post that I will save for next time though.
To conclude, more than ever I realized that with everything in life there is going to be the good, the bad, and the things that just come from pure luck. Although we don’t know how things will play out, the only thing we can do is have the patience to wait and see what happens.