I remember when I was younger I always wanted to escape, far away. But, later I realized no matter how far I would go my demons would follow me.
I forgot about that idea and I started living a normal life.
My friends and family thought I was making it.
I was working in an important company and I was making money, I was even a leader and I was hiring people. Me, hiring people… who would say it?
I had a handsome, blond blue-eyed boyfriend, who seem to love me and whom I love with madness.
I even was driving a nice car.
But all that ended. Some years later, Im abroad having a crappy job, no boyfriend, and definitely no car.
I moved away far from home and I think I have wasted a year of my life.
I couldn’t even lose weight during this time.
It is almost the end of January 2019 and the things are not predicted better.
I don’t know what to do. I know is my Last Card to play. I had planned all in my head, but now that I am here I am alone, bored, broken.
My mom doesn’t want me to return home, not because she doesn’t love me but because she wants me to succeed here.
I was planning to write what to do.
- Study 1 or 2 more years here
- Move back home, get a job
- Study portuguese in Brasil – Portugal
But it seems, the only plan available is plan 1. Today while talking with my mom, it was a wake up call.
Plus, I guess I could do my Plan 3 during my break, for 1 month at least. It would be fun.
I need to make more money also, and a better job. I need to focus on this.
There’s just plan 1.