Sunday, May 26, 2013
I keep saying it over and over again. I'm going to move to Brazil. I've said it like a million times and I've told everyone. But it wasn't til the other night sitting on my friend's couch that the gravity (the craziness) of what I'm doing really began to sink in. For a split second I felt the fear that my parents must feel every time I tell them I'm going to leave the country for no apparent reason. I mean, I'm really moving to Brasil. Rio de Janeiro where there will be no familiar couches for me to crash on and no familiar faces surrounding me on a daily basis. That was the first time I've felt apprehensive about leaving... but then I just picture laying on the mats in Gordo's gym in Rio.
The possibility of living my dream outweighs the potential difficulties of learning Portuguese or funding my stay after my savings run dry.