I have just got the feeling of Weekend.
I mean, it is maybe a little bit exaggerated to state that it is the first time of my life that I feel like it’s weekend, but, at least it is the first time since I was jobless. Having this new jobs and all the activities and busy life made me “desire” this weekend and actually enjoying it. It was profitable, too. Like, I worked (prepared my lessons) went shopping ( I went to O porto with my family), I had family dinners ( last night in Goian and today at my dad’s grandma– churrasco! ), I studied ( few hours for the GRE), I am going to the movies (right now), I went to the theater to watch a play (amazing, by the way, it was about Stefan Zweig’s life, and the galician actors made a great job. Spent a lot of quality time with my family (dad teaching me maths, grandma showing me flowers…) I had also break downs, like yesterday I was trembling really scared about my health, and having some anxiety, but over all I have to say it was positive.
I have to say I miss Barcelona. I miss that freedom. It is not that I do not get along with my parents, but it feels weird, uncomfortable, just having someone giving an opinion on what you are doing all the time. Although I should be thankful for all they are doing – having me home in order to take good care of me- but I just do not need to hear how do you think I look today, or what do you think about my breakfast, or what do you think about me meeting somebody, or how do you feel about my new job being too tiring for my situation. They are good intentions. But I feel uncomfortable. And I feel bad for feeling that way. Like I am to blame. and its true. Its my fault.