There are so many things that I want to say, but so many that it is hard to write them down in order. So this is the logical disorder in my head. So here I am with my first post.
About a year ago I quited my job, my roommates and my best friend (AKA ex boyfriend). And everything changed. At least, a lot of things. So for the last year I’ve been living at a family house that for somereason I had to leave.
I have to move out and I don’t feel like moving to my parents. I want to go farther, to live new experiences, to expand my mind, to experiments and live.
*I counted my money
Ok, I can travel close to Perú. Colombia seems like a nice place and I can afford the plane ticket for me and my bike.
So there I was explaining my parents that I was leaving the country.
-What are you gonna do?
-I don’t know. I’m going to lose myself in order to find myself.