My last week in Porto was one of the hardest in last times. It was depressing, not just because of having to pack, but also because I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the friend who has been there for me in the last year and a half. And it wasn’t hard just for me, no matter how many times she said that she didn’t feel like I was letting her down and that she was very proud of me, we didn’t know how to handle it. I would have liked to go out for a drink one last time all together but you can’t force people to do something they really don’t want to. And, as I said before, here comes the difficult part of keeping in contact. I hope we manage.
On the other hand, I’ve been already for a week in this new city, and for now things have been going quite well. I worked a couple of days without making a fool of myself, I found a house and I moved in, and last night I went out for a drink with my new flat mate/landlady. I still haven’t met many people at work and have no idea if I will make any long lasting friends, but that’s not something that can be easily predicted, and it takes time so, for the time being, I can’t complain. By the way, this is what my house looks like, small but nice, I think.
Obviously, this last week, I’ve been busy enough with adapting to a new place. But on my last Friday in Porto, I was going kind of mad on my own in the house surrounded by boxes and suitcases, so I decided to do something I had never done before: Go to the cinema alone.
It was kind of depressing because it was the way I was feeling, but it didn’t feel as awkward as I thought it would. What did I watch? The King’s Speech. Very English and also very inspirational. I thought it was very appropriate that the story was about a king who could not speak in public, and made me remember how, when a was little, in more than one occasion I got a bad grade in school because I could not force myself to speak in front of my classmates, and now I’m going to be the one teaching other people and talking to them for hours on end.
