“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask..
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask..
Almost 2AM here in Almada. Can’t sleep: too many thoughts in my head. Still can’t believe that we made it (this couldn’t be possible without my husband’s support and belief in me, us and our dreams). I’m here, in Portugal, close to the ocean and coastal life as I always wanted. Someone, please, pinch me!
Do you know that feeling when you have the goosebumps on your skin and tingles down the spine? I have them all the time these days..
Today’s morning started very early around 4:30AM and was drowned in tears. My husband took a taxi to airport back to Munich because of his job and left me absolutely alone at least till September here in Lisbon, in a city full of colourful houses, tiny streets, low-flying airplanes, noisy seagulls and endless coastline. I had to pinch myself several times just to make sure that I’m not dreaming and this is really happening. We’re together more than 10 years (since school) therefore to be separated for such a long period is really challenging. I was accustomed to him being always next to me and now I’m completely alone in a new city, new apartment, in front of myself and all my fears.
Over the past few months I’ve received so many “no, we can’t help you”, “no, it’s impossible”, “no, we don’t collaborate with other brands”, “no, it’s not our style”, “no, sorry..”, “no”, “no!”, “no..”, and I was asking only for something very small and not for free… It has happened to me so many times that I’m not counting them anymore. I’m so sick and tired from all those people who are kind and beautiful from the outside and absolutely ugly and disgusting inside.