Home Away From Home

Today, once again (as if I am famous or something) I was live on national radio. A new programme about Youth and it seems I was their first guest. It is called “Fantastic Generation” and it aims at bringing testimonials of young Portuguese doing something (arguably) fantastic around the world. Well, I did indeed have a lot going on in a lot of places: Vienna, Berlin, London, Maputo, Boston and who knows what else further. It is funny how I will always remember how my mum told me to go abroad and I was so against it. And how my dad said it was ok if I did not want to take Morgan Stanley’s offer… And how certain I was that I wanted to do this IB thing that I had never wanted before… Life turns out to be in many ways unexpected and until today has not let me down. I guess that is my piece of fantastic in the world, follow what I believe and hope it will turn out for the best. I am hoping to hear many more stories of people alike around the world and see that it was not just me wanting ...

I know, it has been a while, but the week before getting myself to London was insane and this week in London has had a lot going on and I could not find a lot of time to sit by the computer yet. I am still in the London side of the world, amazingly enough I truly belief it is colder here than in Boston. Interviews and Coffee Chats are going ok though rather inconclusive. I guess that was expected. I had a great breakfast this morning though, and I am not talking about food. Sitting in a room with about 20 people that think the way I do and work in a sector that I have been struggling to understand was really good. It got my brain travelling and imagining all the things I could and wish I was doing. The result is that now I have all these business cards and pages filled with notes and it means blogging may not be a priority for quite some time… But I am alive and kicking! Oh, and the baby is kicking too!! It was Patricia’s birthday yesterday, happy birthday!!!!

Yes, it was indeed a short trip but worth no doubt every single minute. London even greeted my long absence with a stunning sun and a not too cold weather. Friday I hung out in canary wharf for the morning, after no sleep in the flight and a five am arrival to Heathrow. I was able to catch up with some friends and see how the emotions are tough right now. Sorry for all of those I ended up not seeing, I really wish I did but unfortunately time is always constrained in short trips like this. Next time I will try to be more organized and actually let you know in advance that I am heading there and not just call you when I am downstairs of 20 Bank Street. I am glad however that there was time for most things this weekend, mostly spending quality time with Bernardo with my sister but also some good time with some friends. It’s funny how I did not have a blog at the time but London was indeed a home away from home. And it still feels like such. It is nice to be back and it is nice to know ...