10 January 2013

Perhaps this is the saddest story...

The past couple of days have been horrible.
If at first I was afraid of moving so far away, then now I can positively say I am more eager than ever.
I don't know how to describe it here, but I've always hated the place where I came from, the place most people like to call "family" or "home."
I've never been connected there, I've dreamed of moving out and finally did so when I was 19, to be together with my love, to live life just a bit for myself and not intruded by the presence of others and the complete lack of privacy.

But to tell you the truth, that "home" place did taught me a valuable lesson which I'll cherish for the rest of my life, and it is everything I don't want my personal future home nor family to be like.
And what I've learned from mother, is the most valuable of all: the person I would never want to be.

I am basically counting the hours but the days until our flight. I have never wanted to get so far away from something so close and suffocating before.

I only have one tip for anyone who couldn't understand what I just wrote:
Don't ever live with your parents after you've reached maturity. It is the worst mistake and it only destroys.


  1. Oh I can understand you! But don't get nuts yet, it's so close to be "done", you will see!



  2. I agree. Where I live, it is becoming more common for people to live with their parents until they are even 30 years old! I think this is ridiculous and a bad idea.