Between working fulltime in a couple of freelance gigs from Chile and sending countless job applications to all the surrounding European nations; I haven’t had the time to sit and write anything. And, although there’s not that much happening in the outside, in my deeper self I have found some peace.

In a complicated period, one can easily fall in a dark and wet pit of shit and self-pity. I know it for a fact. But it’s not how far did you fall down that hole what matters, but how long do you linger there. It’s what really counts.

Conditions haven’t changed much since the last time I posted something. I’m still unemployed and the expiration date of my tourist visa is breathing down my neck. My father-in-law’s spare apartment has become my permanent provisory home, and the anxiety facing this uncertain future keeps watching me from a close distance.

Despite this rough present reality, there’s a breeze of salvation. On one hand, my beautiful lovely fiancé is the one firm foundation I can be confident of. She’s been my rock in the stormy sea I’m sailing on and I can’t but be thankful for her presence in this hard time. And, last but not least, there’s hope. That warm sunlight making the path ahead look less daunting and easier to cope with.

If you ask me right now what’s the next step, I can’t but draw a smile in my face and say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I have no fucking idea. But, does anyone? We just go with the flow and make the best of every day. Because knowing beforehand what’s gonna happen will make living life feel like watching a movie after seeing the spoilers.

So no spoilers, alright God? (But if you handle me the popcorns and soda to enjoy the ride it’d be very appreciated.)