Happy Birthday To Me

Today I turn 14 - fourteen years living my second life. On August 18, 1990, on the fourth birthday of my then pet dog, Charra, I arrived to the US. I say it is my second life because as I think about it - it really has been as if I was reborn once I moved to America. I came into a brand new world, crying and screaming, and feeling lost and insecure, just like a newborn baby does. I then had to learn how to speak a language, adapt to my surroundings, meet new people, find my place in society, and grow up. Again. And being just 14, I feel the teen spirit in me. I feel young. I feel energy and hunger for life...and I am ready for what the years ahead of me will bring.

It is some kind of a crazy coincidence that I happen to be picking up Marie at that same Airport on the same date that I arrived from Bulgaria 14 years ago. Of course my mind is racing back and forth through the past 14 years, as I race up north to LA and back south to San Diego. I am rewinding, playing, stopping, fastforwarding, pausing, playing in slow motion, and then fastforwarding again memory scenes from the past 14 years of my life. It's a strange great feeling remembering everything I've been through. And I feel overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions...It's been a crazy ride so far...and I feel good.

Krassy Can Listen To It: "I Got You ( I Feel Good )" by James Brown