Nine months, nine months where all my life I put it in two suitcases and went to try my luck with my brother in another country.
Being at this point and doing a review of everything that has happened makes me nostalgic, on the one hand it is nine months where I have not been able to see my parents, where I need a hug from my mother and I can even say that I miss the fights with my father; where I had to learn to give love and receive it through a screen.
Likewise, not everything is bad; I am grateful for this beautiful country, for opening the doors and because most of its people understand us and treat us beautifully. For the wonderful people that I have managed to meet here and have extended a helping hand, I am grateful to have my brother and be able to feel the embrace of a loved one, to be able to achieve things that in my country I probably could not have achieved.
I think one of the things that I have learned the most in this trip is to be able to detach myself and not take everything so personal, realize that if we fall we must get up and we must fight for our dreams; I think this is what is called adulthood, because if we do not have a fucking idea of how everything will go we can not stop; so we can only stop blaming ourselves for bad times and enjoy this trip, with its ups and downs, with its details and beautiful landscapes, we have no choice but to make this life worthwhile.
