I spent four days struggling with
the suitcases. Not that they give me a hard time, but I could not convince myself to fill them.
How can it be? After a lifetime dreaming, after all this time of anxiety, after all the effort to finally travel, how is it possible that I can´t fill the suitcases?
The thing is that suddenly, from one day to
another, the dream becomes tangible, it becomes true ... and although it gives me
the impression that I´ve been processing this for months, the truth is that you actually get it only when you face the suitcase.
Imagine yourself using your clothes, but
in another place ... think about the things you'll need on the trip, thinking
that you´re not going on vacation, you´re really going to live half a year...half a world away
...
The good news is that after I understood it, I found myself smiling alone, with butterflies in my stomach, and
all the energy to assemble these bags as quickly as possible!
