sedudo are on the balcony of the new flat, Mooloolaba, before me the ocean with its long beach Binaca left and right on the spot for surfing. I still wonder if all those people who told me "sooner or later you also tired of the sea ...." is to truly realize what it says.
After almost two years of endless adventures, I really think I lived as I have always dreamed of doing. Every day, I open my eyes and there is nn anxiety, paranoia ... the hard work. I work my eight hours a day and often I have to get up at 5 am x going to open the restaurant, but the day runs through chat and laughter. In the meantime, I learn new styles of cuisine and leisure ibarazzo I only have the choice, most of my abtudini ever. Of course, I can tell you star touch what I had always wanted. But the thought of how to deal with an eventual return to Italy. It strange to say missing "4 months, we have now," but for those who lived through experiences like mine can understand very well that the thoughts you are insistent and increasingly. I have my head whirl madly and I keep telling myself that, as usual, events will decide for me and if we really want qlcsa nn be a big problem to get it. Meanwhile, I surf. I am calm, full of ideas and thoughts, nothing special but just what I need x to be happy with myself. Often I see my family .... mom, dad, uncles, cousins \u200b\u200band grandchildren ... and I miss them. But I'd be able to maintain my level of happiness once again? It 'easy to say "You're still you. If you're happy and you can be here or there the same way, but will this really happen. twenty-five years he took me to reach my true self .... I just celebrated my 27th birthday under the stars in the middle of the jungle in northern Sumatra. Now I go for a jog with a friend .... and I think if this is what I want from life.
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