"And if I had the choice, Yeah, I'd always want to be there, those were the best days of my life"
– Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69"
Chapter 1
When I was 15 years old, I asked my parents to go to a private school, not because I'm a snob or spoiled, just because I needed a change and my idea was that teenagers in public schools are all copies, always trying to compete with each other and making little groups with no concept of future or thirst for knowledge and that wasn't what I wanted. I ended up in the same private school as one of my cousins, but that isn't important, what is important is that the simple idea changed who I am, my life.
I need to spend one hour in public transportation to get to and from school, that's two hours every day, but it was worth it. I became the teenager that wanted to go to college, travel and get a part time job. All of it happened, but not in that order. When high school was over I couldn't go to college, because I had failed a class and ended up spending the next year studying for that and searching for a job.
I found a job at a supermarket working long weekends, (Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays) it was cool because I had off four days every week. What started as something to make some money to pay my books, art supplies and trips, became my life. I went out with my coworkers all the time for lunch, dancing, shopping and we created a great group that supported each other in and of work.
I ended up not going to college that year, just the next one where I went to study history and also took a few art and fashion classes, because I always loved art and fashion and at the time I only saw myself doing something related to only those subjects, but my dream of College and work was broken when my work contract was not renovated, after 18 months of hard work I was let out. The first year at college was possible but by the middle of my second year I had to leave because of financial problems.
In the year I was just working I had saved enough money to travel for a few days. Destination was London and until this day it was the best four days of my life. When you travel alone you don't have time against you, museums, art galleries, gardens and street markets, you go to this and you truly enjoy yourself. London in January is beautiful, cold and cloudy, but I felt I belonged there. You belong were your heart is, and my heart stayed in London.
I used to make plans to come back in the spring and in the winter again after that, but now I don't believe I will ever step foot in London again, all I regret is not coming back while I got the chance.
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