My First Travel to London

It seems yesterday when I first left to go to London, instead it has already been 6 years. It feels like those years have been reset: again I am looking for a job (with low results 🙀), my phone number 📱has been deactivated, which means as soon as I get back I need to buy a new one.😵

I have to kind of start over again.

I still remember the feeling when I jumped on that 🚁airplaine: full of hope and fear. 😋 😂

I had never felt those emotions, but in that moment I truly understood what was going on inside Rapunzel's head when left the tower. 😂😂😂

I am not only talking about the sense of freedom (especially because it wasn't my first time far from home) but it was a mix of excitement 😎💃for being in an adventure bigger than me and at the same time realizing that I was in an adventure bigger than me!!!😨😨

It was pretty much something like this!! 😹😹