Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 105

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻

Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.

This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.

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Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 105

Dear Reader, life is a journey. You travel from the first breath we take till the last time we exhale.

It´s a journey you never make alone, the most Kodak of moments we tend to share with others.

And although so many others are part of our journey, they never seem to stay around forever. It´s a journey of growth, and it has many different teachers.

If we hold on to one teacher, we only get that one lesson. If we move where our hearts take us, we meet many who will hold our lessons.

At times, we might not even know why we need to leave our safest of places, we are not looking for new lessons. We can´t seem to stop it. This journey will push us onward so we can make the most of this life.

I am the first to underline that it´s really hard to be yourself in a country where you do not, or hardly, speak the language. It´s crippeling, your self-esteem and your independence are so badly impacted.

A grown man, with his 18-month-old toddler in the middle of a church square... a little boy walks up to me and asks me something.

I do not get a word, and I feel completely lost here in this little white village on the other side of what used to be my world.

Which, in my case, was a good lesson in being humble, but in her case, it might make this country one big mission impossible.

Still, maybe I was just overreacting, because she had that smile again. And when she laughed out loud, you had no choice but to feel that happiness.

Months passed, and I slowly accepted that things were back to normal, even better than normal, as our lives took a turn toward a calmer avenue, no crazy stuff.

One night, while walking the dog, we talked about how she never really dated, and about how we never really dated.

Something alerted me, late as always, but it came to me. After all these years, I realized how our hard work to create a better life had caused us to lose sight of being a romantic couple.

"We should have a date night every month or so, where we just make time to be together. Talking, cooking, maybe a movie, or a drink. It just feels like we've never done that."

Yallenix nods, "Okay, well let me get something next time I do groceries."

Very pleased with my idea, I started planning, and of course things happened, but after we got back from our trip to the coast, we would have our date night.

First, we would have a nice bit of time together, a couple of days in Almunecar, enjoy the beach, and meet up with many parents. They had come over to celebrate my mom´s birthday.

This trip was a little special, it would be the first time in all these years that the dog could come as well.

And once we were back, we would start having our monthly date nights.

How stupid that I never thought of that, I was so blinded by planning, creating this healthy financial future that I was totally blind to the things she never had.

Three Months Later

Putting some beers in the cabinet, I saw two cans of Gin Tonic. I had to swallow when I thought; I guess date night will never happen.
The cans had been there for months now, but a lot had changed since we came back from that trip to the coast.

Although I never really let go of the thought, I did not see it coming, again.

The last few weeks, she had withdrawn herself again, the homesickness was back. But it was slightly different as now she had friends, online and in the Netherlands.

Maybe that's why it was less noticeable, although of course it was clear. She didn't feel like doing things together and had to cry more often.

I struggled as I was super happy that I had been able to buy an apartment, and had a job. But above all, during all those years I never felt like going back home.

It was not until now that I realized that my life was here, in Spain, or rather in Andalusia, because I had hardly ever been to Spain. Thinking about living in the Netherlands once again, it gave me a weird, panicky feeling.

I wouldn't know how I would manage there. My job paid well for Spain, but for the Netherlands? And that housing crisis there, and the weather, the lack of space that I experience there.
I never had felt a shred of desire to return in all those years, but I also understood how limited Spain made her future.

I had noticed that something was pulling her back to the coast. Back to Zeeland, to the province where she was born. Maybe she knew what she was looking for there, maybe she didn't.

Sometimes we just know that we have to be somewhere else, clueless as to why. Not sure if she knew, but I noticed that she had that with Zeeland, and I might have with this crazy Andalusia.