Gisela leaves the nest
I really had to feel sorry for Gisela last year, as she finished school in June, but afterwards she had basically no activities to entertain herself with. Active as she is and liking drawing so much, she soon found and joined Fiverr. She started making many jobs for them, mainly drawings, but one time she even made a painting of somebody's wife from a photopraph! Her clients gave her top marks, which further increased her ratings, so she started getting more and more customers! There were even times when she could not keep up with it all, so she had to stop for a while! She charged $5 per job, of which she got to keep $4. In this way she ended up doing many drawings and earning what to her was a substantial amount of money, which was paid into her Paypal account. Last I heard she had earned over $400!
She met Maria and Isabella, two of her best friends from school once in a while, but otherwise she was at home. She became interested in cooking and always came up with a recipe she had obtained from some Internet site. She had a few salmon dishes and also made many different flavors of muffins, like chocole chip and apple. Before she went, Gisela also left us an orange folder with copies of all her recipe collection, so we could use them and we have already prepared not only her Italian minestrone soup, but also her delicious Bell pepper and curry soup!
She also started helping around the house a lot and one could always count on her for helping with the cooking, washing and drying clothes, or going to the supermarket or corner shop. She would also sometimes take a parcel to the post office for me when she went out.
It was May 8 yesterday and that day was particularly difficult for me. As soon as Gisela left, my sister Susie asked me whether I could feel the "hole". At first I did not know what she meant, but once she explained, I knew we shared the same feelings, except that I would have called it emptiness instead, which is the space, or vacuum, left by a person who has just left. She has experience, as my nephew Alberto has also now gone to study in Durham .
My daughter heard from the people in Australia regarding her uniiversity enrollment and she new she would be called on the phone one day for an interview. They said the call would come early in the morning, but when it finally came it was at 1am our time! Actually she got two calls and we soon found out that she had not been accepted by RMIT, as there had been too many applicants, so she missed out. Soon she did hear that she had been accepted by Monash University, which was her first choice anyway. It was then that one could see a big smile on her proud face! Please click on the Burgundy link below to see a picture of a relaxed Gisela!
Before she left she also remembered she had a passbook in her name with money her grandmother had left her, to be withdrawn when she was 18 years old and now she was19! Had her grandmother been alive she would have been delighted to know that Gisela was going away to university in Australia, the country where she was born! She talked to the bank manager regarding that passbook, but also about getting bank and Visa card accounts.
The time arrived for us to select the airline and flight and we agreed on Etihad, which had few stops, yet got to Australia in record time. February 17 would be the date, so she could attend her university's Orientation Week. At first the date seemed far away, but then slowly the day approached, until finally less than a week was left, so my countdown started and at night I always had tears in my eyes, as I thought that Gisela would soon be leaving us. I was not sure whether to go to the airport to bid her farewell or not, but I did finally go and was glad I did.
With the help of the alarm clock we all got up on the 17th, dressed, had breakfast and were ready to go. We arrived with plenty of time, so we went to the cafeteria for a hot drink. Mine was too sweet, but before I had even finished it, Gisela got up and said she was ready to go. While in the cafeteria she had warned us that it was one thing what one could see on the outside, but that inside it was different. She hugged us, went past security, waved, turned around the corner and then she was gone. She would be going alone to the other side of the world, but one had to remember that she was the same girl who had dared to jump out of a plane in Empuriabrava for the first time just a few months before: confidence personified!
Looking relaxed and confident, she made it easier for her father and myself. I could feel the tears on the brink of my eyes, but I think those tears will just stay there, until we see her again.
I noticed she had not even said goodbye to her brother, but I think she used the same trick as my good friend Alina when I left Santo Domingo many years before. After the goodbye party Alina had just opened the front door and left, without saying a word, saving me the pain of a goodbye. In the same way, I think Gisela had saved herself and her brother from that pain too.
Her bedroom door at the entrance to our flat, or the sight of a blond girl with curly hair on the street makes my heart skip a beat. What has helped has been Skype, a technology that allows us not only to talk to her, but to see her and even get a tour of her room in Melbourne.
I had to laugh the first time she told me she got an an HD in one of her assignments. It was a pleasure to hear that, as I knew she was not only doing well, but excelling and I felt so proud of her! A High Distinction, what more could one ask for and she even used the slang too!
Well, Gisela is only leading the way, as her father and mother will join her in Australia , once her father becomes Emeritus next year. Although I don't see it as something negative, we will just be confirming that we are part of our Family Curse after all!
I am from Lima, Peru!
I include images in this hub that once meant something to me, as I was born in Peru and spent my childhood and younger years there. My family then migrated to Australia in 1969 and, if you look in HupPages, you will see that many of my hubs have to do with Peru,
Our family curse?
Expanding on my I am from Lima, Peru hub, I talk about the moves my family has made over decades and even generations. The end result is that we now live in different countries and continents, all spread out around this crazy wide world of ours!
by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Gisela's daring activities!
- Parachuting in Costa Brava, Spain
After watching a video on YouTube, Gisel first tries to parachute in Cairns, Australia, but is unsuccessful, so she tries again a year and a half later in Empuriabrava, Spain. She is successful this time and is happy to have done it finally!
Gisela was inspired after watching a video like this!
- Boating holiday in Burgundy, France!
Two years after going on the Canal du Midi cruise, we decided to rent another boat, but opted for going on the Burgundy cruise this time, as it was closer to Austria, where we live. It was a good decision, as food and scenery were excellent!
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