Journal of a Journey: Day 1

No, I didn’t make a mistake in naming this entrance “Day 1”. Is just that I feel I am always starting over. One moment we think life is taking us in certain direction, that we more or less have a plan, goals, schedules, etc. And swoosh. Life twists everything around in a second.

I was supposed to be in Asia atm. Doing my internship in a beautiful island in the SEA.

Well, life as always, had other plans.

And now I am in Rome again. And… It is not nice again.

What brought me here was a great job opportunity, one that I couldn’t say no to. Although, looking back I should have. Because despite how great the opportunity may be, is not my dream job. And by following my plans in SEA I would have got where I wanted to be, professionally. But you know… Everything happens for a reason.

And here we are, Rome and I, united again, after a very painful relationship two years ago, that lasted only 9 months.  Back then, all that infatuation I had with this city was out the drain in only few months.  However, I thought with this job everything would work better now, for Rome and I.

But people (or cities) don’t change so easily, and Rome is still difficult, as much as is beautiful. And I don’t have the energy nor the innocence I had two years ago when I first arrived.

Now I am more similar to Rome. Intolerant. Out of patience and Angry.

In these 2 years I have been out of Rome, nothing has changed (for good). In fact, things seem worse. The only thing that remains is its beauty. Nobody, no matter how mad you can be at her, can deny its beauty.

In Rome you always have to be on flight-or-fight mode. The moment you leave your house every morning (and sometimes even inside your house) you gotta be ready. Because she’s coming at you. And you betta’ be ready to confront her reality.  

Yes, I know I have been carrying this negativity for sometime now… But Rome is not helping me. She is, as always been, inflexible. Like me, as I said before, I am becoming more like Rome. The problem is… There cannot be two of us in the same place. 

This time around the end of our love has happened much faster than last time. Second times not always work. I know that. But I couldn’t help not to be helpful again.  After all the love we shared…

The only way now, is to find (again) the way out. Keeping the best memories of our love story. Which began in 2016, and both of us (Rome and I) with fresh eyes welcome each other with love and expectations.

The good news are, the future is uncertain, I feel free living in instability. No set plans nor itineraries, because this is a secret I am keeping from life. I don’t want her to find out and twist my story again 😉

Thank you for being there.

 

With love from Pigneto (Roma)

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Journal of a Journey: My call

I always knew what I wanted. As many of you, I wanted to change the world. Nothing else, nothing more. With time, of course, I realized it was not such an easy task. That the world as a whole cannot be changed, it can only be understood. With time I also learned what I really, really wanted is for every child in the world to have the same, or better, opportunities as I did.

Of course this is an ambitious goal, maybe a bit too ambitious. But I tend to aim high.

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Journal of a Journey: Day 3

In real time, I have been in Morocco for almost a week. But since time stops here it feels like much less. Although I am afraid time is passing by and I will have to leave eventually. I wish this time will never end, that I can wake up every day of my life in Marrakech and go buy freshly made warm msemen. Have a mint tea every evening while I watch the sun setting over Jemaa-El-Fna.

Today is Christmas Eve. And yes, I feel sad for not being at home with my family. But there is nowhere else in the world I could be but here.

This year has been particularly hard for me. At the same time, it has taught me so much about how strong and capable I am. It has also taught me that I have to let go of material stuff, because I have nothing at the moment and I feel so free. I also learned that my home is within me. That I feel stable and confident if I constantly move. I also remembered that love can change it all. I met so many people. Some of them I don’t ever want to cross path, others, I wish we can share the same path for the rest of this journey.

This year I have conquered the impossible. Worked full time and obtained two master’s degrees. All made possible because of the desire that drives me: to dedicate my life to those in need. To those children out there and, whom I believe, deserve the same opportunities I had, or better ones.

2019 is coming. With many new objectives, challenges, places to see and smiles to share. I can’t wait.

19 is my favorite number. 19 is Ka. Ka like the wind.

There will be water if God wills it (Stephen King).

Merry Christmas! 

With Love from Morocco ❤

The road to Fulfillment

For the medieval imagination, places were charged with a positive sense of thickness, stability, and indivisibility. Space, by contrast, was nothing but the empty “in between,” something that only came into existence as the distance separating two places, two significant points of reference. – Ricardo Padron

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Journal of a Journey: The beginning

Talking to my friend last night I realized, once again and as every time I tell ‘my story’, how much had happened in the last 4 years. Specially in the last two. I know life is a constant change… But a life can really change 365 degrees in such a short period of time as 2 years? But maybe not 365, because that would take you back to where you started. And I am very far away from there. Not only physically, but mentally and above all emotionally.

Stop a minute. Think about how far you have travelled. Do not count in miles, but in experiences. In friends. In cities you have seen. In delicious plates you have eaten. In laughs or smiles. Those are what count in life.

Well here I am. 2 years after I left my settled life in New Orleans, that one I thought ‘the one’. My stable job. My nice apartment. I took a leap. I jump to the unknown. And here I am. Am I? or this is a whole different person? Yeah that’s it… We are are different from who we were two years ago. A year ago. Even last week. Constant Change. 

That leap drove me into discovering not only what I want to do with my life (what I really, really want ) but also to discover who I am. Even in constant change, my essence sort of thing, is still there. Growing and developing and discovering new parts every day.

As I sit by my window overlooking one of Amsterdam’s canals, in my favorite and most beautiful neighborhood this city has, I just feel grateful. Deeply grateful for every second I went through. For my accident, the broken heart, the hunger of my first years in the US, for the pain and fear, for the friends I’ve made, for the strength I got from it. For the mistakes and mistakes and mistakes. For all. For my braveness and courage to never give up and always, always try one more time to fulfill my destiny.

Cheers to new beginnings/ends… because aren’t they the same thing?