Tag: grieving

Dried up

Death is like a breakup. Survivors are thirsty. Desires confused with memories long for a place to be. Something stays incomplete. — Today I am mending my heart, knowing I’ll soon hand the keys of my family house to the buyers. I spent most of the afternoon inside this place where I grew up, collecting garbage to toss.  And I…

Twelve years after I still miss you

I once read about a writer who went to assist an autopsy. All her life she had been an atheist but having seen all the tiny connections of a dead human body ‘made her rethink about the possibility of an existing God‘ – she wrote. We are literally inhabiting a magical box. I remember the morning after we buried my mom. I woke up,…

What travelling means to me

I’m an avid reader. My kindle is loaded with 300 books and I love checking out blogs, articles, Instagram pictures with captions. I love inspirations. I love learning new things, especially when they are related to other cultures, languages or points of view totally different from mine. I love discovering how people live. What do they fear in the deepest…

I knew this day would have come

The day I am exactly where I wanted to be.   I quit my job because I want to be in a warm place. I quit my job because for the last couple of months I used to wake up with a rusted grip inside. The issue was not my office nor my colleagues. The issue was with my own…

Change always comes when you forget its existence

I read my last blog post while a shy smile appears on my face. I feel that in a mere temporal space of 20 days, my life has literally been thrown inside a washing machine while the spinning button is stuck on the maximum power. I am writing through a new, acquired Lenovo laptop and next to it there are…