Whatever
I made it.
I keep thinking to myself why the fuck am I here. In both a positive and negative way. What am I doing in a foreign country with no idea how to speak Portuguese and no idea what I'm going to do. This briefly scares me and I wonder if I made a good decision.
The flipside is "I cant believe I'm here in Rio De Janeiro with no idea what I'm going to do, but I could do anything from here" and that is far more exciting. These thoughts and feeling come and go in waves. Much like the beaches I sit on ;)
This trip for me is about having that freedom, back home due to nobody's fault I felt like I wasn't moving forward, I wasn't happy and had no idea what to do. If I feel confused and indecisive I may as well be on the beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema, and see where it takes me.
I've decided to write this because I don't know where it might lead and I want to share this with those I love and like along with pictures. I also wish to be brutally honest about everything, how I'm feeling, what I'm thinking and my experiences along the way. There will be times when I'm feeling low and lonely and wish to pack it in and come home, more than anything this may be a therapy for me. There will also be times of extreme happiness and pleasure which I wish to share with you, I hope more of the latter.
There is two sides to travelling and living abroad as with all walks of life and I wish not to just share the great views and places I visit but also the thoughts and feelings I experience within this. I feel like I cannot do that in pictures alone and I don't want to create a facade that I'm living the high life when I'm not. I want to share honestly how I'm doing with y'all. For better or for worse.
I hope you enjoy
Cause sometimes my words wont do it
