I left Lisbon almost suddenly. My lease was up in a week, and my internship at Terratreme had just finished. Winter was leaving. I knew it because I began to sweat profusely during my bike rides to work – that never happens in the winter. In winter, I’d bike in the biting cold morning. Eventually I felt the skin on my face break because the cold made it dry. I continued biking anyway, without moisturiser, I thought I was invincible, but a couple of weeks later when my skin broke, I had to buy some finally.
To tell you frankly, I am afraid. Of mostly everything.
But I’m more afraid of not crossing, so this year I’m making a list of all that I’m afraid of,
and I’m crossing them out one by one
I just got off the phone with my sister, I asked her, “When are you moving out?”
“I already did!” she says.
This is the intersection going to her house. I spent many nights in her tiny apartment. It’s probably smaller than my room in Manila but I love it. We went home to that tiny place after many adventures. I can’t believe that the next time I cross this walk, I won’t end up walking toward the little drug store on the left.