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soul Too long


Three days peaceful. Three days at home, But Some moment to pack a lot of peaceful time.
I'm scared of this time, as I was scared of my two Irish Spent months looking for a job. Too much time to think, to desire the future to hear That A future for you is still not available. You try to make it, you try all the road and you know the ones you do not.
Too much time for everithing, to amplify your tought, to make alive the Most deep fear, to read inside yourself things you didn't want.
Now I know that this time is ending, the destiny is start another time his plan for you and something will happen. Good or bad, something will happen.
The time is not anymore stopped, is not anymore blocked in a dark moment.
My anxiety are not letting me alone, they thake my heart when I think I'm safe, they catch me unaware when things are not going as I planned, when some appointment is cancelled, when there is some trouble in the plane where I am.
I'm still not myself, I know that. I won't be anymore the person I was some time ago, but I'm not anymore the shadow of myself.
The pursuit of an equilibre is not an easy thing but the choices I made will make this path easier.
A moment before the start, everithing is still possible ...

Three days of peace. Three days at home, some time devoted to redo your bags, but a lot of quiet time '. It 's a time and a bit' scares me, as I have scared the Irish almost two months to job hunting.
Too much time for thoughts, too long to be desired in the future, to feel again in more ways 'that a different future for now, for you there' yet. You try to creartelo, look for all the roads you know and even those who do not know.
Too much time for everything, to amplify our thoughts, to give life to the fears over 'hidden inside themselves to see things that not even wanted.
Pero 'at least I know that that time has an end, retie the threads of fate and something will happen. Good or bad but something will happen.
The time is not 'more' firm, not 'more stuck in a dark moment. Concerns
not yet abandoned me, I grip my heart when I think I'm safe, I'm caught off guard when things go as I would not, when jump appointments when the plane on which I danced a bit 'too .
are not back yet myself, I feel it. Certainly not saro'mai who have met a few years ago, but I'm not even a shadow of myself that was around in the grip of nervous breakdown.
The quest for balance and 'hard but I hope I have made choices that allow me to get at least close.
Just before the start and all things' still possible ...

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The woman with the suitcase



WOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW !!!!!
Again, perpetually in motion ... as usual I do not deny.
last shift, just to outline: Dublino-Roma/Roma-Dublino/Dublino-Venezia/Venezia-Roma ... I could
nicknamed the Lady of the case (but if you can think of something better accepted suggestions). I believe that nobody like me is able to camouflage a large and very heavy hand luggage disguised as an innocent with trolley backpack attached.
now I think I've developed the art of passing unnoticed with thousands of suitcases in hand. Today, however, I was doing in the past the check in without too many hitches (I got into the habit of giving part of my hand luggage to any friends who have come to accompany me to the airport, just not to frighten the young lady, that sense is concerned all the weight I carry around with back pain that I find myself ...) I also passed safely to the baggage check, even if the security guard dropped me a dirty look when he raised my suitcase for put it in the X-ray machine .. I said, and 'over! and instead it and fortunately the 'limited only to ask me to open that Pandora's box on wheels ... do not tell you then close the suitcase!! I put a century and then had to run perche'avevano are already 'begun to take on ... even after miraculously no one said anything about my 20 kg hand luggage.
I swear to moving this way and 'awesome! Imagine having to put two years of your life into two suitcases, not so great ... a nightmare! and in fact I still have things in Dublin, waiting for someone to walk me and return them to the back, or some representative of the local wildlife do visit me in Rome ...

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Madame can not sleep, I can not to pack ... I'm leaving Tuesday for Rome
(not permanently by, probably lighthouse 'another stage in Dublin ...) and I have not had the courage to put his hand in my things. Moreover
are scattered 'everywhere ... as usual I'm leaving my tracks around.
And greet friends not even talk about it, probably I will see 'a couple of friends that I care particularly but nothing more'. A little 'I'm sorry, but' things have happened too fast and I have not even had time to realize. And then there will be 'a reason why I want to go to a place that makes me not even want to greet your friends ...
last month and a half I felt as if a hurricane has killed at me with a relentless violence. I do not think he's gone and made the move to Rome to see it as the beginning of something that will continue 'to drag me away for long.
and 'how to make a leap in the dark and hope to get out whole, I do not know what 's on the other side of the mirror but I hope that something appears.
Maybe it 's just a brush that I will be' put in hand to paint a white wall ...