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Last day at work

It is my last day at work and my bag is packed to go on holiday. It is a weird feeling, leaving it all behind with a simple goodbye. The truth is I never thought I would like living in Maputo as much as I did, I never thought it would be this easy. It was not easy in the sense of being so far from the ones I love, but it was so easy to just settle in a new life, have a routine, make friends.
I will miss Rosa and João, though I am pretty sure I will see them again soon and they will remain a part of my life. I will miss being a car ride away from Zezito, the Nuns and all the children but I guess one just can't be everywhere at all times. I will miss being able to get it all done within 24 hours and still get 8 hours of sleep. I will miss having a simple life but worrying about meaningful things.
But I guess at the same time my heart pulls me back. I miss Portugal and the idea of spending a couple of days in the beach surrounded with old (and eternal) friends. I miss London and the intensity of my life there, all I felt, all I grew, all I became. I don’t miss Boston (you can’t miss that kind of weather) but I do miss the people there and the way an individual is able to live in a bubble for 2 years. Most of all, I miss being close to the ones I love and hug my sister’s big belly telling my to-be-nephew (Matteo or Francesco to be seen) that I love him already, seeing Madalena and Diogo grow up and being tired with Francisco’s hyper activity. Mum and Dad J
I guess it is what you get when you choose to live around the world leaving your heart in different places.
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