It’s time to pack again. Leaving home hurts. Not having a home hurts even more. Leaving your love breaks your heart, each time a little more. When I leave Italy, I always feel the many things I’m going to miss, and when I’m in Brazil I miss them. But when I leave Brazil, I leave… Continue reading Pa(ck)in(g) again.
So, in this N-month long reflection about what this blog is about – and what I am about – I thought maybe editing my About page might be a start. Sure, not having found an answer to my questions yet, it wasn’t an easy start.
I need to get away. Away from this house. Away from university. Away from people. Away from stomach aches. Away from Italy. Away, far away. But what do I want to reach? Independence. My boyfriend. Creativity. Positivity. Love. Work. Brain activity. Real life. Myself.
I must warn you, I’m not here because I really want to be here right now, but because I kind of have to. I still care a lot about this little space of mine, even though I’ve been too depressed to write. My followers have been asking me to write every day, though, they told… Continue reading Carnival… What?! a.k.a. A Loony Post.
I’m about to write one of those posts that I can only write when I’m upset, and it probably won’t make sense even to me when I’m fine again. I’m out-of-my-mind upset, so I can’t imagine what the result will be.