This is it. This is the exact feeling I feel every time I think about the fact that I actually live in Brazil. It's been nine months since I left the U.S. and I can't believe my dream came true... and I can't believe how right it feels.
Something about tonight just puts everything together for me. It's 2:30 in the morning and the sounds of Guns and Roses playing live five minutes from my apartment in Sao Paulo are wafting (okay... more like blaring, but in a good way!) through my windows. Last night I saw the guitarist of Guns and Roses play live at the night club I went to. Tonight an even better treat, I can hear the live concert of the whole band. And something about seeing and hearing a band you love soothes the soul- it leaves you feeling happy, like it's meant to be. Somehow this 80s and 90s rock band leaves me soaring in the clouds.
And that's how I feel here in Brazil. I don't know why. People constantly ask and I can't explain it. Something was always missing in the U.S. and I never knew what it was. A part of me just wasn't there. But here, in Brazil, I feel whole; the pieces are finally together. It's hard that I have to be so far away from the family, friends and places I love to finally feel so at home, but that's unfortunately the reality.
As the lyrics to "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" and then "Paradise City" sweep through my apartment, I feel at ease. I am so happy here, so very happy. I feel like I'm finally home.
"Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won't you please take me home"
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