Path of life
Remodeling
My friends have been enthusiastic all afternoon and interested in WhatsApp about removals and removals to their own house. In the chat, dizzying amounts are mentioned, mention is made of the work that needs to be done. And the more I read, the more I realize that I will never have to delve into that matter. Because I don't want to. I don't want more than I already have. Maybe I want less. That thought or conclusion makes me happy. Relieved. Finally direction, albeit completely different from all my friends. Tania feels like I'm sunk into thoughts. I'll explain to her that they're fine thoughts. And try to tell them what these are, knowing that they come from a completely different culture. She says she recognizes it to the full. We're noticing that housey-tree-bug is both our nightmare. I share my own time in terms of work, and so does she. We deal with it and feel good about it, with the constant threat that it might be too little over our heads. And we don't want much. I'm mostly fond of memories and adventures. The thought of a safe home with children does not attract me at all. On the contrary. Anything but. I even abomination a bit of it.
liberty
I'm flying back to Holland in less than three weeks. Or not? You can rebook for free at KLM. A ticket costs a bit more, but that really is 25 euros at most. Maybe I'll stick to it another, or two, or four weeks. I'm thinking about my money. I think it's possible. Ideally, I write to some clients to rake some extra euros here too. Tania has her working appointments, too, between our fun outings. The more I can work here, the longer I can stay. And I actually like working here very well. Why not? That's the core. That's what I mean. Freedom. Certain obligations you always have, but I try to keep it to the minimum. Deliver quality, can be of added value, but not within the framed hours. Not with a roster imposed by others. Recently I read this story on BredaToday. Newlyweds. It gives me itching all over my body. Those reasoning, that absolute imprisonment in a seemingly free life. Not being able to follow your dream because you have a job. I can't handle that. And admittedly, realizing that took me 39 years. And I get that most people want this. It's the way it goes. The right path. You study, find a relationship, find a job, have children. It's a bit simplistic, but I'm slowly - and yes, just now - noticing that I'm ripping myself away from that ideal image.
Mexico
