Worldwide, by Big Time Rush. One of the sweetest song ever. The title was just perfect for my post, and some words of the lyrics too.
I've been thinking lately about the way people live. Where they live and where they want to live. And when you ask the question, the answer never quote two times the same city name.
I live in Paris, but I would like to live in LA, Buenos Aires, São Paulo or Madrid.
And people living in LA, Bs As, SP or MDRD would tell you one of the other cities less their.
We're never satisfied.
And lately, thinking about that, I've cought myself wishing my parents had return to Portugal when I was younger (yes, my parents are from Portugal, both.). When I see the way my cousins live, I'm like "Dude, that's so different and cooler than here!". Parents there act like Americans, I guess, just as if danger was inexistant. And it's quit true. In the city where my cousins leave, even if there are always more junkies, I've never heard something about a problem with a girl, I've never had troubles (in Paris, even not junk people come and look at you just like if they could see the future writen on your butt!). I know my life would have been like thousand times more exiting there than here. I would party every evening, every friday and saturday night. I would live my life!
(Musical interlude : Justin Bieber's "I'm gonna live...my life. No matter what we party tonight. I'm gonna live my life. I know we gon' be alright" came out naturally! lol)
So I was just thinking about it. The only bad point I found was that in Portugal, Nano and my other friends aren't present. And there would be missing something without Nano, without them!
My grand ma' recently told me that a room was waiting for me in her house. That I will find a job easily with my perfect French, my almost-fine Engligh and my good Spanish. And also that she was okay to pay me a car if I accepted to drive her to the town. She's really sweet.
I was thinking about that and one extra year in Portugal before going away to our trip to LA with Nano couldn't be that bad. But Portugal is really bad (even a lot of Portugueses are still living happily), just like Spain... So well, it's just another thought, another mini-dream.
I know how lucky I am to live 30 mn far from the Eiffel Tower, from the city of love, city of lights, city of everything! But when you know that the city you live in can't bring you what you expect from life, and just make you wanting to live as glamourously as people see parisians life, you better leave.
Live and leave. That's maybe what we're all supposed to do. Not at the very end, but before the very end of our life.
LOVE,
—Jessica.
