I came to Paris, opened the door and felt like I wanted to leave. The apartment was nice but a feeling of no sound made me not feel well. I was tired of being in constant fight with everything, fighting with languages, fighting with the system I didn't know, fighting with society, fighting with the character of some people, fighting with my ex-Muay Thai coach... they were a bunch of so many things, that when I opened the door I made it clear. The end of a stage had been marked.

It was 8: 00 when I got here and as I made a commitment to myself that I would do, I got to work. I called the apartment owner and told her I wouldn't stay long. I called him to ask him for time to make the move, because since we were still with the COVID restrictions it was not clear whether he could return to Spain or how he would move. In the same call he asked me, "And now you're leaving? Have you done the little reforms you wanted?" Apenada told him yes, he had installed beautiful Japanese panels, bought a turquoise carpet to match with a super modern chair and a very nice new sofa bed. She said, "It's okay, Irene, send me pictures, and if I like it, you don't have to sell anything second-hand, I'll buy you everything."🤯 again that ease on the way).

The next day when I woke up, I sent him pictures and videos of the apartment and bought me everything at the price I had just paid for it. Everything was being given, easy and with a speed that didn't allow me to think, just acting and enjoying all the magic that was being given. When he made the transfer, I told him that I would put all my things in the storage room and that I would continue to pay him a rent for the storage room until I could return to Paris with the car and collect all my pictures, clothes and personal belongings. I thought I'd stay in a nearby hotel so she could rent the apartment again. The owner said to me: of that nothing! You don't have to pay me any more, you've been a very good tenant and you leave me a beautiful apartment, when you come, you stay there in your apartment and period.

I hung up the call and looked at flights, to see what was the most convenient in the next few days to get back to Madrid and start preparing the promotion with my father by car so I could pick up the pictures that was the only thing I didn't trust to send him by parcel. When we saw the flights, there was one in 3 days. 😅 I took it. I made all the boxes in 2 and the last day I said goodbye to some friends. Some did not appear, they did not even answer the message or calls; they reconfirmed that it was what I had to do.

You want to know the VUELTA TO PARIS? A story that both my father and I will remember for life.