Making a solo trip in the rainy night to my new condo, it is when it hit me…

Right at this moment, I am literally living the days I planned in my head for years while deep down I knew they were not going to happen. At the time, it was just a defense mechanism to cope with the frustration, but… pure chance made it happen.

I think I stopped getting these thoughts ( as often) having been here for a a year, my brain started believing that it became a reality, not completely, but mostly. Yet, as I was pushing my large heavy suitcase and carrying my also heavy backpack, and trying not to slip under the rain, but also rushing to catch the train, it hit me, doesn’t this seem like something I would dream of while sitting in my old dark miserable room? That rainy atmosphere, that freedom to leave at anytime without worries, and living that nomadic life because life does not have as much of a routine and I am actually working towards getting some goals done or having some progress in life?

I ended up missing the train because it left a few minutes early, but, I was not frustrated, I was enjoying the moment that I felt I needed to get a cup of cappuccino while I wait for the next train! I don’t like starbuck’s much, BUT, it is what I drank every time I was having something on the go, every time I was catching a plane, waiting for an interview, or had an immigration duty like taking pics, health and english exams or submitting a passport or one of the many many chores I had done for this move ✔️ .. every time Id reward myself with coffee specially if I were stressed , so it felt like a perfect moment for it!


This wasn’t supposed to be a long post, it was supposed to be just the picture and a brief post, but turned out long.