I embarked on a project on 12 May, and now, arrival into port, I live with four other people with only a sink.
far we might think that I went with an NGO to a South American jungle and share bed and washbasin. I admit I feel very lucky that the crisis (which I now it sounds like the name of neighbor 2 nd), have pushed me to buy a space that has been converted into a house and at this moment is becoming a household.
land this September 14, between boxes, tools, equipment and operators. But without toilets. I still visit the glazier, the plumber, and carpenter. Over these months I have met so many people, so many ways of doing, I have seen grow the walls, outlets, hydrants, even beautiful reborn windows. And everything seemed to be rising as a work of art. Mine.
So, and knowing that life does not stop for any reason, any time now looking past (although, again, I have not finished) I realize that I introduced another element to get out of bed, I sometimes made it difficult to sleep, which has shown my patience ... and I can not embrace because the story, not embrace them, with the intention to change, grow, improve, move forward.
My time, my effort, my energy into this project has lived with others, with other experiences, with some farewell still hard for me to digest ... life goes on, and now is in another place.
I am delighted to introduce a sudden and shocking change in our habits and customs, in my order and harmony in these times that my head needed to re-furnished. Enchanted
company I have, certain of the decisions I make, and pushed by four when brushing your teeth touch.
I invite you to embark on risky projects, rapid, and sometimes, during its implementation will make you feel pain ... in the end the reward will be great.
Here I am, back.
