There's really nothing like going back after a few years to where you once lived. It's all the same but at the same time, so much has changed. In some way, I missed Lisbon, truly spent the last 3 years saying "I could go back to Lisbon.." but never really took it too seriously. Let’s just say that the ROI of this decision (taking lifetime as the investment) felt like a gamble where so much could be wasted. When you have the opportunity to live in London considering Lisbon as an option really downsizes the number of opportunities that could potentially change your life. Let’s just say that I always craved that change more than anything..
Because I kept talking about Lisbon, Pedro offered me a weekend there for my birthday. It felt weird, I wanted to stay, it felt comfortable.. like being wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa on a rainy day - The year was a rollercoaster of emotions, so I knew that going to Lisbon would bring a highlight to the time where I was a dreamer with big dreams. So much has changed since then, looking back I feel like when I knew the least I believed the most. - but I learned to ditch the blanket.. the sofa.. and the living room in order to pursue all those dreams. Find a way to get in the right room with the right people, that meant having to give up on a lot of things. This time around wasn’t any different.. so although the modelling work (as commercial tv work sort of thing that I was doing back in 2011-2013) still had its arms wide open for me, I knew I'd have to make a choice... So I made a choice with the intention to never look back.