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london. first time

5/17/2018

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Cara patoMi 1r post, embarcando en el avión

Te atreverías a dejarlo todo e irte a otra ciudad?

Vida monótona, poco emocionante y con pocas expectativas. Sin hablar de mi nefasto nivel de inglés. A parte, mi novio me dejó así que era el momento.
Cogí una maleta, reservé una noche en un hostal y tal que así me fui. Con la intención de estar unos 3 meses y vivir la experiencia.
Quien me conoce sabe que soy hija única y la palabra valiente no es una de mis virtudes.
Si pienso en la despedida con mis padres en el aeropuerto aún se me encoge el corazón. No tenía billete de vuelta. Mi madre siempre me recuerda que estaba segura que a la media hora llamaría diciendo, papas no he cogido el avión, venirme a buscar. Con la cara llena de lágrimas y mocos.
Recuerdo estar en el avión y decirme “Laura estás tu y solo tu, así que a sobrevivir” En aquel momento me conocí.
Me hice mi primera foto de Instagram. Nueva vida.

22.05 pm pisé Londres. Quería llegar de noche porque así me pondría a dormir directa y no tendría tiempo para pensar.
La estación de tren era enorme, y obvio me perdí. Sólo hablaba: hello, how are u?
Una señora mayor con unas pintas un poco extrañas me preguntó si estaba perdida y con casi lenguaje de signos me llevó hasta el hostal en la zona de King cross. Básicamente era la otra dirección en la que yo estaba yendo. Casi acabo en Liverpool.
No tenía cobertura así que no me podía conectar con mi madre para que no se preocupará de las 3 horas de retraso.
Obvio, ella había llamado toda preocupada en el hostal y estaban a punto de llamar a la policía. Dios ! Buen comienzo! 
0.30. Entró en una habitación con 13 camas de unos 10m cuadrados, luz apagada, ronquidos, olores.
Encuentro mi cama y vestida me pongo a dormir. Literalmente al lado tenía un hombre de unos 50 años, nos separaba un biombo y le podía tocar los pies.
En realidad mi madre tenía razón. Quería volverme. 
Y bueno, volví a repetir aquello.. “Laura estás tu y solo tu, así que a sobrevivir”.


Cerré los ojos.  
​ LauraPorta x




Are you brave enough to leave everything and move to another city? 

Monotonous, a boring life and without any plans. Furthermore, my boyfriend split with me so I felt like it was the moment.
Barely speaking a word of English, I took a suitcase, reserved one night in a hostel and I left. The people that know me know that I'm an only child, was a bit spoiled and the bravery is not one of my attributes!
If I think about the farewell with my parents at the airport my heart still hurts. I did not have a return ticket, and my mother always reminds me that she was sure that after half hour I would call her... "I have not taken the plane, come and get me". With a face full of tears and snot in the plane I had to keep telling myself "Laura, you are alone and only you can help yourself, so let's survive". In that moment I found out a little bit more about myself.
I created my Instagram account on the plan over and started to share my experience.
22.05 pm I get to London. I wanted to come at night because this way I would go to sleep straight away and I would not have time to think.
The train station was huge, and obviously... I got lost. 
An old lady with a quirky look asked me if I was lost and as I could only say Hello or How are you? we spoke using some crazy sign language! She came with me and dropped me to the hotel in the Kings Cross area. Basically it was  the opposite direction which I was going, I almost ended up on the way to Liverpool.
My phone had no signal when I first arrived, and so I was unable to call my mother. 
Obviously, she had been so worried that she called the hotel and they were just about to  call the police. Great start!
0.30am. I get in the room. 13 beds in a 10 meter space. Lights off, snores, smells.
I found my bed and went to sleep without undressing. I was sleeping literally right next to a 50 year old male stranger!  A really thin screen was separating us but I could touch his feet. I began to think that my mother had a point, I wanted to go back.
I repeated to myself " Laura you are alone and only you can help yourself, so let's survive ".
I closed my eyes.

LauraPorta x
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    Nací en Barcelona.
    Vivo en Londres.  28 años, Extrovertida y sensible.
    ​Odio las aceitunas y los Domingos se me pegan las sábanas.
    Me gusta crear e imaginar.
    Y sí, amo la moda.

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