Porto, 19 september, 2012

Who would have thought, right? After plans and lists and dreams, I’m here-in a place that treats me well. I wake up to the smell of the ocean and to kids shouting in portuguese that they’re ready to play football. A whole year of this. I never thought moving in different places would feel so right.

I have decided to start writing again even though sometimes I just want to stop everything else and stare at the great things around me, making sure I don’t miss anything. 

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