heart, mind & soul

My mind decided some months ago that I should move to a different city to look for a best opportunity and my heart and soul where so foolish on board, so we all got exited and so emotional but everything was great, until Friday.

I have been packing for several days and I put the things that I was bringing with me in two suitcases and left mi life in five boxes.

I said farewell to everyone that I know but the moment I had to say goodbye to my boyfriend was the moment I realize that my own mind broke my heart.

That moment when you are hugging that special some one and you don’t want to, but you have to go, that has to be one of the most horrible experiences in life.

There is no easy way to describe it but as it is, I broke my own heart.

So how am I supposed to repair it, if I was the one to do it? 

Before my heart, mind and soul were like a team, they worked always for the best result, for example when some one else broke my heart, my mind and soul came together to put the pieces back to place and when I had problems at school, work or whatever my heart and soul fight to get me back on track.

But now what?  

First

 When I was ten we moved to a smaller city because of my dad´s job, it was different but nice.
It was a small town next to the beach where my mom grew up and we also visited it in holidays. My older sister didn’t want to move and this was supposed to be for only a year so my parents sent her to a boarding school and I came along with them. I was the new girl and that always sucks! No matter where and how many times you had been the new girl: is never fun.  But from the bright side I was making friends quicker than I thought.

Two months after we arrived to our new home my parents went to a long trip, something to do with my
dad´s new job and my grandpa came to town to take care of me. My grandfather was an incredible man; he was fun and easy going, and everybody in my family and in town admire and loved him. Whenever we spent time together it was always a blast! I remember we used to watch old movies and eat whatever we want, whenever we wanted the only thing he asked in return was not to tell my grand mother. 

I came back from school one day and I was really upset, I had a fight with one of the girls in my classroom because she thought I was getting in her way or something, so I felt blue; I remember my grandpa asked me two times what was wrong and I didn’t answer, so at dinner time he sat down and told me "if you don’t want to talk, don’t talk. But you need to express what you are feeling." Somehow I went back to my room and that was the first day I wrote what I was feeling.

I wanted to start a blog but I didn’t knew how until today, I hope you like it and grandpa wherever you are thank you!