It was one of those instant-made loves, that happen in a fraction of a second, that appear in us as early as with the very first glance, and grow bigger with every word, every look, every moment shared together...
It was 6th July - the day we landed in Porto, Portugal. Country that I was so eager to visit, as I already knew quite a lot about it (being a student of Portuguese language and literature) and was excited to finally have the opportunity to test my speaking skills in real-life circumstances.
However, the thing I didn’t expect was to fall so madly in love with it.
I’ve traveled quite a lot for my age and saw all sorts of magnificent places, amazing cities and lovely sceneries. Even though Porto maybe wouldn’t be at the top of the most beautiful places I’ve seen, there is something about that city that attracts me so much that I decided to go live there.
I can’t quite explain that sudden affection and strong desire, almost kind of need to move there for a period of time. Obviously, it isn’t very possible to happen right away, but next September I’ll hopefully start my master degree programme in translating at Faculdade de Letras de Porto.
I read somewhere long time ago that there is a belief that each of us, no matter where we entered this physical form of our bodies, has a place in the world that they are connected with, that is something like their “soul’s place” and resonates perfectly with them on a deep vibrational level. I cannot know whether that’s true or not, but what I know is that I feel a pretty intense urge to go live there and I’m just gonna go with it.
I may not know where it’ll take me or for how long I’ll stay there, but, just for once, you know, I wanna lean into that gut-feeling and surrender to my intuition because, looking back, it always brought me just amazing stuff, as opposed to what happened when I blindly accepted pieces of advice of the logical part of myself.