Less than a year from now I am going to England. Leaving everything I experienced in Portugal. I am sure I will miss everything about it... From the city I was born on, to the places I have visited and are so characteristic of this beautiful country I call home; to my family and friends who I know I will miss so much.
I believe in destiny, however I don't really think that we as human beings are determined in such a way our destiny is already written. For me its more of a process where we at certain points of our life should be in certain places, with certain people, making a certain thing.
This frightens me as much as it excites me. At this point I have one question in my mind... Should I go or Stay? So many things I'll be missing out. Friends I won't make; stories I won't be apart of; friendships lost. So much can happen in the long of three years. Three years or more.
I will be leaving my country and all it involves. I will be leaving my childhood as much as my supposed future life in Portugal. But I don't know maybe this is what the future has in store for me, who knows.
Maybe leaving is not such a bad idea. I mean I will be moving for a more certain future - to study in a university. It's not like I am going for an adventure to the wild Arizona Forest or to the war. This is investing in my future. At least I hope so.
And my friends and family. To big strains that attach me to the ground and say "This is so good for you!" But I can see and hear the hurt on their eyes and voices. "Don't go. Stay here. With us." And I want to... But everything is already taken care of.
This little story is for them. This little story is for my memories in this country. This little story is for my life up to this moment.
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RandomI still don't know exactly the course of this story, i'll just write it as I go... I guess we will be surprised together. But it is going to be about some true stuff maybe tingled with some fiction in the middle. Hope you like it.
