I have not been much of a poster lately. Since my last mod related issue I was laying low, waiting for the precise moment when sc2 become complete and the rush of terrible posters fade out.
As usual, the background music, select your favorite media player and add this online radio + Show Spoiler +
Its Radio Placeres, from Valparaiso, Chile.
So much water under the bridge, maybe its just this third can of beer, maybe the lulz on both, a terrible, terrible OP and nice, nice video, or the huge feeling of freedom I have this night.
On April this year I was in the beginning of a new live. I crossed half the world, from Chile to Sweden, to live with my girlfriend and start a new life. My father took me to the airport to wish me a good travel and a good bye. 3 months later I was back, wishing him the best of the journeys, the very last of them.
So, here I was, back in Santiago, back in my mother's place, once again. Many things can change in 3 months, much more things than just the departure of my father. My sister broke and pregnant again, living with my parents again, all of my stuff still in storage, my brother's little boy gets bigger and bigger, my anarchist friends all in court or jail (seems that being an anarchist is a crime here in Chile, and not only a crime, they are processed under anti-terrorism law, but this entry is not about that... so, for now, let it be)
So, this place is not the same I left. Of course my house is not the same, actually, as I wasn't expected, I have no room. Ok, I can sleep in the couch for a while, just the time needed for things to solve, pains to be lived, moods to evolve. But no, no time for my process, and fuck how I miss my father. Keep hearing from my relatives how much they miss my father that I have not seen in 3 months (well, 6 now, you know, I was fucking away), when people is in pain, they can be so fucking individualists.
But last two weeks, we solve (my mother and I) the insurance money, the car, the heritage and a huge part of her future. So now I can rest, I can step a little step aside now and then, so I can continue with my life knowing I did everything to support my mother. I need to live my process too, I need my space, and I cant get that living in a fucking living room, sleeping in a fucking couch.
Still in Santiago, my gf bought a ticket, so she is coming for the summer, nice January together again.
And this is my first night in my new place. A nice small 4m² room plus a toilet with shower, close to my mother's house, and with rights to the kitchen, washing machine, internet, hot water and a motherfucking piano in one of the best places in the whole city for a 27 year old man (steps from plaza ñuñoa, if you know what I'm talking about) for something around 200 usd a month. TAKE THAT GUYS! that cheap is to live in a third world country if you know the right people and the proper ways of having shit done.
So, here I am. Starting to look up in the future again. I'm not fine at the moment. I still need to think and go through all of my life, to try to understand where I am standing right now. Life its a bitch, for sure (not as much as my ex-gf, who's poking me via FB while I am writing this, and fuck is hard... my gf is so many km and 2 whole months away, bad habits die hard...) but life is a bitch that takes out all of your energy for a moment of fake XtaCs and kicks you in the balls 3 times a day without any fucking dollar exchange.
So, unknown friend: relax, at the end, life is for living, and I truly hope you can live it as happy and real as you can, as my father did.
Have you ever thought what if this is as good as it gets?
I just felt like sharing some thoughts while I am in a good mood.
Long live to TL