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Dear Érica,

Today, sadly, will be the last day I’ll have this much fun writing to you since I’m leaving my last destination – Orlando, Florida - of this enlightening journey. And what’s synonym of fun? Disneyland!

 But let’s not fill our hearts with sadness. In a week time we will be seeing each other again and I’m absolutely certain it will be a BLAST!

Of course I want to hear everything about Boston (don’t know why you didn’t wrote about it on your last e-mail, but curiosity isn’t deadly, right?)

There was one thing in your letter that filled me with joy: you find yourself in every aspect that you had planned (and in others too but what happens in India, Virginia, a train station, New York, China, Lapland, Austria, Rome, Portugal and Boston stays in the privacy of our minds and e-mails).

I’ve made some discoveries myself and I’m now ready to enter this crazy world we call ‘Work’.

But let’s stop for a minute and enjoy the moment when we finished high school: we were so full of doubts and questions. No one seemed to understand our point of view and even those who were sure of their choices and ideas were shaking inside with fear of the unknown that it was to come.

Those were crazy times.

Now here comes the craziest: being an adult.

I must say that writing this to you it isn’t easy. Recognize that the times of fun, and laying back on the couch with a slight sense of guilt for not being studying, are over, takes a lot of this little heart that it has only now started to understand the world.

I ought to be thankful for the support that our school as provided, the nursing of some teachers and all our colleagues and, last but not least, this amazing journey that I shared with you, and a very kind person that as commented on our e-mails (someone called ‘Mark A’ I guess, ahah).

It’s with tears in my eyes actually, that I leave this so well-known sphere and step on different roads. Not tears of sadness, but of excitement and joy for I feel nostalgic just remembering the smallest jokes. You know I’m a poet, please don’t laugh too hard.

But now, jokes aside, I feel prepared to face whatever may come. I care. About me, my future and about the good I can bring to the world, so if you want to join me in yhis big jump, let’s dance it off like we did when applying to a certain contest (HSM – All for one, eheheh).

I’ll shake my head to the beat of whatever crosses my path and with my head pulled up high I’ll meet you on the other side. Farewell!

LOVE,

Sara.