I Wish You Were Here

I wish you were here...
You know who you are!
You are the people who have shared your lives and been there for me...

I’ve met you a month ago, a year, a decade or even more than that... It’s not about how long but how much you’ve been in my life...
Either we’ve shared looks, thoughts or moments, as you read this you will feel and know what I am talking about...

We might not talk for some time now, but I want you to know that if I remember you, it means I didn’t forget!
I miss you all, and I wish you were all here with me!

It is in fact a different place

After a 33 hour flight and a week of some sleep disorder, I’m beginning to experience this city...
Tall buildings that swallow you in a cosmopolitan sea mixed with a constant summer and beach feeling...
The laid back way of living, such as walking into a bank and everyone who works there is either wearing a colourful wig or a clowns tie just because they were helping a charity fund-raiser, or talking to random people in a queue about how humid the day is today, is just too heart warming and diverse...

After some proper clubbing last night, going to stand in the hot sun at a harbour when, without any notice, chill out music starts playing from small speakers spread all around almost made me scream how much I’m enjoying being here...

This Next Step is starting quite well...

The Next Step

Now, for the first time since I came back, I am on a plane again...
Going for two days only but still makes me think on the long trip that awaits me next week...
It’s finally sinking in...
I am not going to see a lot of people for a long time...
I’ll be living in a completely different time zone...
I’ll be awake when you’re asleep... I’ll be asleep when you’re awake...
I am happy to go by myself, but at the same time I am scared going all alone...
It’s exciting and scary at the same time... it’s a weird, petrifying, wonderful feeling...
I am hating it... and I am loving it!
Here I GO!!!