“No busco a alguien a quien querer,
quiero a alguien junto a quien encontrarme…”
“No busco a alguien a quien querer,
quiero a alguien junto a quien encontrarme…”
You need to know that selecting a right person is super important here. Make sure she’s one of those good type girls: a bit naive, seeing magic everywhere and still believing in good people but most importantly has no clue about non-attachment theory otherwise she can make you a testing bunny before you’ll use her. If you like challenges then select a girl who’s getting a lot of attention from men but doesn’t know her worth, has low self esteem and is insecure. The one who doesn’t know how to speak about her feelings and is trying to protect her heart in all possible ways. The one who’s trying to take control of every single part in her life just not to be hurt.
Looking from the outside my life may seem very easy going: beach days, nice views, endless summer.. Even my friends think that I’m living a dream, but the truth is that all I have at the moment can easily fit in two large suitcases. I’m 29 and my life is a complete mess: I still don’t have my own apartment, I don’t have a normal well paid job (I don’t count those part-time ones), I don’t have any health insurance or other guaranties and without support of my husband (who lives in Munich, Germany) I wouldn’t be able not only to pay a rent but also just simply survive…
Hello, my name is Egle, better known as OCEAN’S DESIRE. As some of you already know, almost one year ago I did one of the biggest decisions in my whole life: I left my “comfort zone” and moved to Portugal, Lisbon. Completely alone without knowing anyone or anything here. I had so many adventures and challenges that could definitely write a book about that but let’s leave this behind for a while. Today I want to talk about Seixal: super tiny old fisherman town located along Tagus River and just 17min. from Lisbon by boat. A magical place which instantly took my heart and soul once I moved here around 5 months ago..
135 days in Portugal, 135 days of long and not always easy journey to myself. Almost 5 months full of “rollercoasters” where extremely happy moments where mixed with unbearable sadness, self-confidence with a fear of being misunderstood or ridiculed. Almost 5 months alone in a foreign country discovering myself, who I really am, what I really want by facing all the possible fears I have and by taking off all the masks I put trying to hide my true self. 135 days of being listener instead of speaker. 135 days full of new experiences, new friends, new stories, new challenges and new me.