Have you noticed that meeting an old friend at a new job helps you adapt faster?
And what about moving to another country, when your own future husband can hardly be called an old friend?
In the absence of old acquaintances in America, I tried to find the familiar in my surroundings: the weather, nature, hobbies.
I’ll probably never forget my first rain in Massachusetts.
The rain started unexpectedly. No, the weatherman warned us. But it just started abruptly with drumming drops on the window glass. The rain didn’t come by itself, it brought the wind along. I think they often come together. The wind tangled high in the treetops, but it did not lose its power, tried to frighten by the noise of millions of leaves.
I put a small blanket over my shoulders, I didn’t have a raincoat yet. I had to go out alone. I wanted to see what I hear, feel on my face and in my flying hair this raging brotherhood of wind and rain. I wanted to understand how much they are close to me and I – to them.
Slowly, trying to make out familiar features in the mesmerizing element, I was walking around the house. I turned the corner. A gust of wind seemed to throw me back, drenching me in a wave of rain. Strong, but not stunning. I withstood, it was not the first storm and corner in my life.
Another turn. Right above me, a Japanese maple tree added its own portion of drops. Drops gathered in rivulets and ran down the face, possibly with the mascara. The small blanket covered only the shoulders.
At the top, in the trees, the wind continued to play tricks. I figured it out – he’s just having fun with the rain! I felt the usual atmospheric party of old friends, just like in Siberia. Only here it is called the storm. I thought I should return home and let them go on their spree.
I’ll see you around.
Have you been in a situation when you needed to get used to a new job, or new relationship, city, country. How did you cope with it?
