When I got to Malaga, a feeling of being home filled me. I was surprised that I didn't even go on summer in Malaga and it was like I knew him. My friend came to pick me up at the airport, which compared to the airports of Paris or the Netherlands, it was very familiar. That's it! If I had to say a word when I got there, I would have been familiar. Everything was familiar. The airport was very close to his house. When we got there we left things and went out to eat. Since I got here, it was all fluid, it wasn't gonna happen for many days, but I even signed up for a gym to do some activity together. Everything seemed so easy that I couldn't believe it. That's another key that shows you your way of soul. When you feel that everything is so easy it surprises you; you're on the way. They spent the days flying, I felt an incredible vitality and I was meeting many new people who made me laugh and feel loved. In Paris, I don't think they'd want me, but the pace of life is so fast, it's more complicated to have quality relationships and moments of sociability with so much work. I repeat: in Malaga it was easy. And in case my feelings weren't very few, we were in OCT. That for a friola like me in the championship, blew my head off.

One day before I had to leave, I couldn't sleep, I woke up and started looking at the airline I had hired if I could change my flight. Since I had not taken it with flexibility, I could not change it, but at that time nothing mattered to me, I preferred to miss the flight, if that allowed me to spend a few days feeding myself from these sensations that I had not felt for a long time.

When my friend woke up, I told her my plan, "Hey, would you mind if I stayed here with you for a few more days?" I feel so good that I'd like to stay one more day, if that's okay.

My friend looked at me and started laughing. At first I didn't know very well whether that was a yes or a no. When he started talking to me, he said, "Irene, I've seen you too, that you're very well here and I know how you feel in Paris." I propose a plan: why don't you go back to Paris, pick up your things and come live here? 🤯 A chickenshit went through my body. I felt like I had been told a road map that I already knew I had to do. My heart was telling me HAZLO, my mind was saying, "Stop it, you just reformed your apartment, and you're actually okay." Aiiiiii! The tingling of the jump that I had felt before, adrenaline and illusion began to take hold of me. It was 24 hours intense and the beginning of another transformation in my life.

I didn't miss the flight, I went back to Paris on condition that when I opened the door, whatever I felt, I was going to act.

I got to Paris, opened the door and...