(part 1)
I survived first half term (yes, it feels like an achievement this year)
It’s been 78 days since I moved to Portugal. Very unusual 78 days.
I don’t sound or feel as smart as normally.
I don’t have hobbies.
I don’t have friends around.
I don’t go to movies, exhibitions or for a walk in the city center (well, I started to last couple of weeks)
I don’t do sports.
I smell differently. I look differently. I have a new wardrobe with much less dark colours.
My skin reacts uncontrollably to the new climate, food and stress.
I doubt my skills every other day.
Everything that I say about myself I put in a past tense and honestly, that makes me feel insecure and sad.
I don’t have a freedom to travel internationally.
I’m constantly stressing about money.
But