Changing: Part I
September 2013,
The first half of this month was really stressing stressful. I had to decide what I was going to do with my near future.
After a depressing August month, I had both talked with both of my American friends (Devon, Laura and David) and studied looked at the different possibilities to spend a long time in for a long trip to the US.
My dream started falling fading away. Legally it was almost “impossible” to stay there after the for more than three months like as a tourist.
At that moment, I realized that I could ask my friend who had been living in London for over six months about the possibility of going there.
She showed me how the things are there and that it moving there could be a good choice for me.
I spent nearly a week analysing the pros and cons for both of them options, and finally I decided to buy a one way ticket to London.
The difficult thing was coming over: I had to see find the way I was going to start get there, do all of my stuff before the trip, study go over what I should do if it weren't as good as I expected should things not go according to plan, and not less important issue, say bye to everyone.
Ever since the beginning of my I had the idea of going abroad, I had decided that the best thing was to go to London alone to London, and try to survive there for a couple of months and stay longer only in the case everything were alright if things went to plan. If not, I would change of move city or even country of country in within Europe.
Therefore I needed had to bring with me as less few things as possible. I only packed only a hand luggage (ten kilograms maximum) including a small netbook (one kilogram) which I'd use to look for jobs and to be able to keep in touch with all my family, especially with my “wife” Mar.
A lot of people told me that I was “crazy” to go with only nine kilograms of my stuff, and that I was going to regret that decision. I’m very proud to say it was a great idea. I haven’t missed anything and I haven’t needed to buy many things. Indeed, I have had to get more stuff living at home stuff than for myself living by myself.
On the twenty fourth of September 2013 I said, “bye to Spain and welcome to London”. After my the third flight in of my life (the previous two ones before were in a travelling to London as well.. :-)), I arrived at the London Stansted airport of London. Anecdotally, Ironically, the weather in at my departure from San Javier (Murcia, Spain) from where I was departing was windy and rainy and the one in my weather upon arrival to in London was really sunny and pretty hot (the world upside down? :-O).
As a curiosity, when I was getting off the plane, I saw a person who seemed familiar for to me. I haven’t hadn't seen him for fifteen years or even more time. He kept looking at me and me to at him, both of us asking ourselves the same question: “Is it him?”…XD.