por favor mandame a Portugal para emprender Portuguese ”just in cases.” si puedo hablar Catalan un poco pues claro puedo entender Portuguese. vale?
I’m leaving to Portugal in two weeks and I have so much to say about it.
why am I leaving? and with who? everyone asks.
I called my mom the other night to tell her the news. as usual she went into panic mode, demanded I give her my detailed itinerary, and asked if I was going alone again. I took a deep breath as I was about to shock her that I didn’t have a real plan and I was going with… wait for it… my boyfriend… of two months… who I’ve fallen in love with. it was a quiet call.
for anyone who’s followed this blog over the last few years, you should know I leave when I can’t take this city. when I have nothing going for me, when I have absolutely no money, and when I just need to scratch that itch. I’ve been wanting to up and go for months now, despite the fun weekend getaways I’ve taken, they haven’t been enough. and Portugal for 5/6/7 days probably won’t be enough either, but I gotta get out of here.
I’m leaving because I’m tired of trying to have a private conversation on the street with my friends while ambulances and police cars are blaring by. I’m leaving because I can’t deal with being ass to elbows on my subway commute. I’m leaving because I hate being stuck in a city full of people I once loved but now despise, and worry every day if I’ll bump into them. I’m leaving because I need the ocean smell, the taste of foreign air, and the feeling of being remote, and not giving a shit whether I answer this email or not.
I’m leaving because I finally have a love in my life who lets me take his hard earned cash and throw it into a spontaneous trip to a place he’s never been just to taste new food, get lost on cobble streets, and drink til our heart’s content.
I’m leaving because I feel if I don’t go now, in this short window of opportunity, I may never go. I’ve had Portugal on my mind for months now, and it only took that quick look in his eyes for me to leave everything behind me and just book the trip.
I’m leaving because I hate what I’m facing in another month - adult life. the pressure to find new work, just as the cycle always goes, and to find a new place to live. to spend money I don’t have on decisions that may not make me happy. it’s too much to think about.
I’m leaving because my brain needs a break. I work so hard for no one but myself and pay off time is coming too slowly. my brain and heart haven’t caught up to each other yet.
I’m leaving because I know when I get back there will be offers on the table. New York City will always be here for me, with a new opportunity to discover and take advantage of. I’m leaving because I can always come back.
I’m leaving because, damnit, I want to. and I do what I want! and I am in charge of my own life and I believe that traveling makes me all the more joyful, hopeful, spiritual, intellectual, inspired, and introspective.
I’m leaving because I want stories to share, because I’m young, and adventurous, and need to pursue these dreams while I still can.
5, 6, 7 days… doesn’t matter. I’ll be on the plane and feel at peace once again. with his hands to hold and that comforting smile to look at.
I’m leaving March 28th.