After New York City, life took me back to Barcelona. I consider myself an adventureous person and I live for the thrill of moving from one country to another. But this time it didn’t feel exciting at all. First of all, I didn’t want to go back. The country was living the worst recession of the last I-really-don’t-know-how-many years, unemployment rates were sky high and everywhere you went people were walking around with a dark cloud over their heads. Second of all, that atmosphere made it even harder for me to think about leaving my day job and venturing into photography. And lastly, I felt lost. I knew that I wasn’t following my path but I just didn’t know what to do, where to go, who to talk to…

I started to feel very frustrated and when things got complicated at work I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I left my day job and took some time for myself to think about my life, to embrace my accomplishments, to study my failures and to plan for my future. My husband suggested that I went to France with the excuse of studying French. He thought that if I went away all by myself I would be able to listen to my inner voice without all the noise of everything else that was going on in my life at the moment. And it worked. After a few weeks my head was clearer and I was able to visualise my future for the first time. I was going to be a photographer.

Now I needed a plan.

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