Updated: Jan 18
When I got to Floripa I had a couple hundred bucks to my name, a few changes of clothes and a whole lot of dreams and aspirations to get out there and get what I was looking for, but it turns out that if you don't know exactly what you want, it will feel like your world is spinning around without getting anywhere.
I got a job at a traveling agency, I started making a little bit of money, and some friends but still, there was something missing.
I lived there for one and a half years, feeling like a spectator, never really feeling like I could take control of the character I was playing.
A friend told me once: "you don't belong here, and I mean it in as a compliment". I took that "compliment" and made a plan: I was gonna get the hell out of that place, for good.
I had no money and I was kinda running out of ideas too. There aren't many options out there to travel the world when you're broke, or that is what people told me.
I found out about AuPair through a new friend. I picked up the applications, poured myself a glass of wine and decided to fill them out, no big deal, no rush, just kinda of an idea. I wasn't exactly thrilled to travel to the other side of the planet to take care of children, but I was excited to get to the other side of the planet, and you gotta do what you gotta do to get there.
The application process was easier and faster than I thought. In less than 3 months I had a Skype interview with a family and luckily it went well and we decided that that was it, I'd fly out to work and live with them for a whole year that August, which was 4 months away. Enough time to pack up, tell my parents that I was fleeing again, for them to get mad and yell at me, and then apologize.
Time flew by and I even squeezed a trip to Rio with my good friend, Rodrigo, to get my visa.
In August 13th, 2016 I was landing in a very small country and I was gonna live there for a year, learn a new language and start over. Little did I know how much my life was gonna change.
Continues next Wednesday.