Bad, very bad. Some times, unbearable.
The laziness to dress up like a polar bear to go out at any given end-of-the-year celebration?
Manageable.
The worries about our life in the next 4 to 8 years?
A natural consequence of democracy that one should learn to live with.
The commitment to cook yet another Cuban feast for the next gathering with friend?
Enjoyable --and some times, avoidable. (You can always give a chance to any other cooked-by-someone-else-dinner, even thought it won't be Cuban).
The face of my Cubanito 2.0 on Christmas' morning when he woke up and saw the presents piling up below the mini-tree I set for him this year, and listening to his excited voice saying "Mamá vino Santa!. Trajo mucho regalo a mí!"?
Oh, Lord, that is, indeed, PRICELESS.
Those sparkly eyes and face-to-face smiles have the power to erase any shadow of homesickness and more, in a single minute.
And it just feels so good.
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