My home is the road.

Feels like I've just been struck bu lightning. I've realized how small and unprepared I am for such a huge adventure. I feel frightened.

I started thinking of my last days in Brazil, and it's sensations. The soft skin touching my hands, the humid breath on my neck, the pressure of her chest against mine.

My life was all in place, and I chose to break it apart. I didn't hate it, if that's what you're thinking. On the contrary, I've loved every second of it. I don't regret anything, and I wouldn't want to change my past. Not even one bit.

So I took this beautiful comfortable life and took it to the next level.

If you're reading this, you already know just how much change hurts. Any child knows how change hurts. There aren't any shortcuts, or even any sedative. If you can't feel it, it isn't happening. This is what I want. Whis is what I have to do. And it hurts like hell.

I've always thought of human beings as complete and self-sufficient. And I've always believed that nobody can act upon someone else against his will. Then I took it all in and said to myself: let's do this.