I feel like writing in Portuguese many times, I feel like expressing my ideas in my native language more than in english. English makes me connect to a bigger audience but there will always be something missing in my posts when I decide to write them in english. Words flow differently in Portuguese. English is math. Portuguese is poetry. The more I age and the more I travel, the more I connect to where I'm coming from; the more I connect to my family, the more I forgive our differences, imperfections and problems. The more I value a small life. Don't be surprised if suddenly you find a post in Portuguese in this blog. I miss Portugal. I am not sure I would live there permanently, but I know I need to go back to Lisbon for a couple of months maybe. Unfortunately, I can't fulfill this need now due to work and responsibilities that I have here in London. I moved to this capital in 2012 which means I'll be able to apply for an english passport soon. I'll be renting a new flat in February and honestly, I am beginning to get tired of the astronomic cost of renting a place in London. Everything is overrated: the flats, their quality, the location. I used to complain about Lisbon but so far, Lisbon wins in so many things. I didn't know what I had and how lucky I was until I left the adorable, shiny and peaceful portuguese capital. I thought travelling to London or New York would make me a richer human being, more competitive at so many levels. My thoughts were right, I am more competitive, more confident and sensitive, my eyes are more open now. I already wrote a post here talking about how grateful I am to this town. But there's something funny happening to me. I wonder if this happens to you too.... a sort of a nervous feeling, an impulse to change, to move... London is not answering my questions anymore, is not adding anything knew to me... A Change needs to be made.
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