My new favourite jacket I made.
http://kazzthespazz.com/?p=1143

My list is basically – Don’t go back. So that every new step is another milestone, refusing to get back – for better or worse.

After hard study excellent results I had to get a job. I was committed with Depression Major in August for 3 weeks. It was HORRIBLE. A freakin’ asylum.. Everyone told me “This is it. It’s your stop. This goes to show you can’t be on your own!”. My parents didn’t have financial support to keep me in my pad on the other side of the country. They gave me ONE week. I stepped out of the asylum, still high and weird… and they just told me “In a week we will sell the apartment”.
I lost it. I came back to my city and cried for 3 days, non-stop. A friend grabbed my chin, held it up “Listen! YOU CAN DO THIS. You KNOW HOW to do this. GO FIND IT”
I held my tears back and planned to go up my street and run it down back delivering CV’s to every retail shop, every service, every company. I printed 40 of them. I had NO hope at all. In the first place I set foot in I was hired (turns out they were really looking for someone asap!).

I cried and hugged who is now my boss! He just didn’t know what to say I had to explain it to him!

I hate it though!!! Poor money, bad relationship with exterior offices, slave work really. BUT I HAVE TO HOLD ON! Because I don’t want to break my previous milestone – yes I’m sick but hell yeah I can have my own life!
I may cry every night, fight my sleep to do freelance jobs as I come home, not going out at all, not having a social life per se BUT my goal was/is – MOVING TO LONDON FOR A DESIGN/ILLUSTRATION/MARKETING STUDIO. And that, my friends and dear family that might be reading this, IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I don’t really care if you are worried about me, I understand that but I would kill myself if I came to know I NEEDED to go back home to survive. So, I WON’T.

Everyday I come home, shower really fast, eat some junk and grab my laptop – design, searching jobs in London, making contacts.
Guess what? Freelancing for a new acquaintance in London and for local restaurant to open by a british guy!

Things are getting “mixed” and that tells me I’m nearer….
I gotta suck it up for some hours at “work” (slavery) but if I hang on I will have the chance to move asap, as if I deny to work there I would go back so long it would be impossible to recover.

And I ramble…

YES LET’S BOTH GO TO LONDON.

N-O-W

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