I've read the book

Americanah novel which was written in 2013 by the Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

This book made an indelible impression on me. The life of an immigrant is complex and simple at the same time. You are fighting with yourself first of all, ignoring the savings regime that you could afford at home. You learn and reproduce the traditions of the new environment, otherwise you may not be accepted. Express by action that you are the same person, although you look different. But at the same time, you are changing on a tangible level, especially with who you were before.

Traumatic or still everydayness(?), not a single event goes unnoticed and leaves imprints. After which you will hear more than once from acquaintances or old friends such sentence as "you have changed... a lot". Oh yes, I know I had to. Sometimes when we break, we grow stronger.

This change is also not easy for you, but you once also accepted this transformation for your own sake.

I'm talking about voluntary immigration. Let's continue. Although people usually tend to give a word that they won't change at all and will keep being same. It's just that this new immigrant life has given the appropriate habits and a kind of endurance.

When you come home for a short weekend, you suddenly realize that here life is also moving somewhere. Either forward, or backward, or maybe already crossed (?). It’s up to a persons view, from which side he looks, turning into a mantle with a filter, which would blur their sight.

Sometimes, it makes no sense to share with what is happening to you, because it becomes such a local story. That the time spent on retelling or diving in detailed and the conditions will take up your precious time. And so it remains untold with short words "I'm doing fine. I hope you are well as well".

One of the interesting observations is that you are not like everyone else. You already have the life of a half-breed. I'm not sure that I want to tear this feeling away from myself, so I decided to leave it in my work at the things I create. Maybe that's why they are so mixed. I live in it.

Without forgetting the roots, I keep moving forward.

Here is such a confusing post I got. Thank you.

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