It officially started, my dear friends. This adventure, this path, this first chapter.
My sister left yesterday. She was the only person I had here that felt a little bit like home. I really want her to move here and make a change in her life, but as sad as I am, I’m glad she’s not moving right now. I know that I need to be alone for at least a couple of months to accomplish what I want, which is to be independent and come out of my shell.
I feel so weird. So lonely. So scared. I miss so much.
This Monday, I think I’m going to go to a job agency and I have to go and talk by myself. Believe it or not, it’s going to be the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever done. I hope that some of my readers understand the struggle and pain I go through when doing simple things that to others are completely normal.
I wish someone would touch me on the shoulder, look at me deeply and ask me with the softest voice: “How are you?”, and then end the conversation with the most cliché: “Everything’s going to be okay.”
It seems like it’s going to be hard for me to do a photo weekly, but this is my new year’s one. Not exactly how I wanted it but it will do for now.
I can’t wait to do photos in the snow…but at the same time, I can. I don’t know how I’ll do them honestly, with almost no clothes and no shoes. I guess it will be a great (and painful) adventure.
I’ll let you know how the job and speaking English thing goes for me. I hope you all are great.