Loads of times I’ve read stories about young adults who had had enough of their boring jobs and decided to quit, but when they told their families and friends they found resistance that almost make them renounce their dreams.
That wasn’t my case. I had a rewarding job at a “Great Place to Work” company and a nice Honda Civic 2007; my lovely family supported me from scratch, and I had two weeks full of “last meetings” with the best friends anyone can ask for.
Regardless of my perfect life back in Argentina, I decided to cross the Atlantic to find a new one, or to return to the old one. I don’t know and I don’t want to know yet.
From now on every post will have a photo and text linked to each other. Not like this cow that is lucky to appear on my blog only because the image has enough quality to fit in every device.