I took care of all the paperwork and sorted out the last things with Mapu. I closed up the house, hoping I didn’t forget anything, stopped by to say goodbye to my family, and finally, I boarded this flight.
The start of the trip was marked by a panic attack just before the plane took off. It’s incredible how much we change: there was a time when something like this wouldn’t have fazed me, but now so many things scare me. Yet, despite everything, I faced it, and I made it here!
The first impression is strange. It’s hot, which is nice, but it feels weird to arrive in a completely new place after so many years, on the other side of the world. People tell you a lot about getting out of your comfort zone, but it’s not quite the same as actually doing it!
The city seems super modern, and the area where my friend lives is a neighborhood for wealthy expats. It all feels a bit fake to me, like someone built a Barbie house out of concrete in the middle of the tropics.
Okay, the first impression is a bit odd. I wonder if it’s because of the place itself or simply because I was used to arriving somewhere and walking barefoot on the sand, surrounded by nature?
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