Since I arrived to Seattle I'm hearing in my head a voice-over describing what I'm feeling with all my recent changes. A voice-over with the sound of my own voice trying to analyze every single detail of my new life. It have been a while since I'm not writing, I mean deep writing, throwing out things that only happens beneath my skin. And now I need it again, I need it in the same way I needed it in my adolescence when I wrote the sad poems that won the high-school poetry contest. Don´t worry, I´m not saying that I´m sad, but somehow I feel again like a teenager, trying to find my way, trying to understand, the meaning of life.
I wanted to start this blog earlier, but I had some excuses like I did not find an appropriate name and I had an internal discussion about which language to use. Spanish was the comfort zone language, the one that would be easy to use to explain with accuracy my thoughts but English should be the right choice to practice my English. I finally kick in the ass the lazy Nat and choose English (as you can see), I'm sure I'll make a lot of mistakes and I know that sometimes you will not understand what I really mean ... but ... I do not care. I need this blog as personal therapy and I need this blog to learn to thing in English, so... here we go! If live gives you lemons...write a blog.
PD: Please, If you notice any mistake let me know so that I can learn from it.
