Moving cities can be challenging. Moving cities while being freshly single, is a bitch. After coming to live into the city, I took on three new habits that started to mark the beginning of my stay: experimenting with digital photography, using male perfume, and watching Sex and the City at least three hours a day to remind myself that I didn't make a mistake. I was a little lonely and my mood just a little bit noir.
Maybe it's because I had to start dating again, because I was in a place where I barely knew anyone, or because I was at the point in my life where I didn't know what I wanted and Carrie Bradshaw wasn't a good life couch, but I realized that I haven't written anything in a long time, and writing is a sort of therapy. So I've decided to update my blog.
Which is what I'm doing now at 3 in the morning, as I'm trying to figure out whether I will be able to get myself out of bed by 2 PM tomorrow or if I'll sleep right through it, which has been my habit lately.
The good thing about all this change that I've been going through is that, even though I'm a little petrified about how fast everything is happening, I also believe that somehow it is healthy, and, on a deeper level, is going to be good for me. Or will leave me broke, working the streets to pay off everything I bought in El Corte Inglés this month. Anyway, we'll see. Cause you know what? Life should have a little bit of mystery.