el 2 de octubre no se olvida

One year ago, I climbed up to the top of that Victorian house, moving all of my suitcases one by one. It was hard, but I was excited. After 24 hours of travelling, I had finally arrived "home". Room 8B. 25/26 Winchester Road.

I can´t explain the feeling.

Started unpacking, and deciding where to put all of my stuff, and how to organise my things.

Opened my laptop and started playing Juan Luis Guerra (somehow I needed some link with home and that was the only latin music I had).

All those thoughts and feelings. Una maraña de emociones.

and I said to myself "What the hell am I doing here?"

funny.

now I am sitting in my living room in Monterrey.

and I say to myself

"What the hell am I doing here?"