I started my trip traveling to Aveiro to meet my dad. As usual I found strange things on the train, such as a drunk guy talking in "English", and shouting to invisible foreigners, while he was punching the windows.
I think that it was there when I started to realize some things about this trip and what was about to come.
Today I don't have much time to write, but I wanted mainly to talk about the anxiety that slowly grows inside me.
It's a strange feeling, as I never had it before, and I never had this kind of pressure on my chest. I guess that not even when I presented my master thesis and so on, I felt like this. For now, all I can do is wait. My next stop will be Brussels where I will meet Malle, and where I'm sure I will have more time to write some things.
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