Es uno de esos días. No me siento a gusto en mi piel, medio desubicada… no se si me explico.
No se si es algo exterior a mi que me esta afectando o algo que esta muy escondido en mi interior. Estoy en un momento en mi vida en el que no tengo idea de a donde voy, no se que es lo que sigue, no se para donde seguir caminando…
¿Qué quiero hacer con mi vida? NO F*&%$%G IDEA.
It’s seems like that time again, that moment where I can’t stay any longer and I just have to open up my wings and fly away to a new place, new people, new job, new dreams, new everything.
What am I doing?
There is someone special in my life and it had been a long time since I felt so loved, but still…. There is always something in the way. Sometimes it makes perfect sense, sometimes it’s just insane.
I want to leave town, I need a long, relaxing vacation away from everything.
I want to go home. I need to spend some time thinking about what’s coming next, relaxing in my bed, looking out my window into the limitless sky. I will drive down to Ensenada tomorrow and when I get there I will remember to stop for a moment and breathe in the salty air… just let it penetrate my skin and fill me up with new hope, like it always does.
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