At this moment I think I got the best part of my journey, the part when I'm concious about what I am doing here, what I'm still able to do and what I, unfortunately, can't do. I'de lie if I said that the "nostalgia" (there's no good word for saudade) doesn't hurt me anymore, but I'm happy in say that it didn't kill me either.
The first thought that I had when I decided come to USA was to improve my English skills, you, readers and courious people, are probably surprised that I couldn't accomplish this goal yet. The answer my friends is that I didn't have idea, but my first goal here wasn't improve my English skills, it was, actually, to improve myself. And that is what I'm doing now.
For those who are able to do it, please, correct my mistakes. For those that are not able to do it, please, use the google translate. For everyone, able or not, I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.