Saturday, August 24, 2013
Learning to Fly
So today's post headline is a song title (by Tom Petty) and I can't help but think, even though the song has nothing to do with an intercultural journey, a lot of the lyrics apply to hubby. Let me share with you - the lyrics are in bold and my words are beside them in standard print.
Well I started out down a dirty road - I know no one wants to hear it but Amritsar is dirty.
Started out all alone - Hubby is taking this flight all alone.
....the next lyrics don't apply, until we get to:
Well some say life will beat you down - Life is hard. We all have our ups and downs and getting to this point was very daunting.
Break your heart, steal your crown - the immigration process comes with lots of heartbreaks
So I've started out, for God knows where - Hubby has no idea just how life will be here
I guess I'll know when I get there - but he will find out
I'm learning to fly, around the clouds, - you can take this part literally.
But what goes up must come down - again, literal
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings - can I be mean for a second and say he's no angel...nah! just kidding on that one!
Coming down is the hardest thing - I really think getting here and going through the immigration window into an uncertain future and a world completely new to him will be quite difficult for hubby.
This has definitely been a journey in the making. Hubby has never been on an international flight. He spent most of his life taking the train or buses. His grandfather loved the trains and took him quite often. He often told me stories of when he was a kid, riding the train with his grandpa and playing up and down the aisles. I've seen kids do that while I was on the train myself. Indian trains are quite an adventure to say the least but I won't get into that this post. I think it deserves it's own post.
Watching hubby go through the process of packing up his life, saying good-bye to his family and embarking on this new adventure has been eye opening for me. He's making a similar journey to mine just a few short years ago. It wasn't easy for me and I had to face up to some things I wasn't ready to face. It's no easy feat to go through everything you own and decide what to keep, what to take with you, what to throw away, etc. (I'm really nit picky when it comes to packing.)
I saw a lot of myself in the process and that helped me be even more compassionate with my husband. I'm sure he appreciated it because he was freaking out just a little. He's grieving for the life he knows as it will all change so much for him. I remember being conflicted myself before I left for India. Uncertain if it was the right thing or not. For me, I don't regret the decision at all even though I got so sick and couldn't survive India. I hope hubby does not feel regret for this decision either. I'm really excited for this new adventure.