Sin embargo ahora el irme de aquí no está en el horizonte, está en el banco de arena de ahí al lado. Si todo sale bien debería estar dentro de tres meses en Inglaterra. Necesito salir de esta ciudad pequeña en la que me falta el aire y ver el mundo. Necesito dejar atrás montones de cosas, aunque desgraciadamente no podré dejar atrás todo lo que me gustaría, y empezar una nueva vida lejos de todo lo que hay aquí.
Que nadie me malinterprete, echaré de menos muchas cosas y a mucha gente, pero necesito alejarme de aquí, cortar el cordón que me une a los lastres que me impiden avanzar. Quiero envolverme en un capullo y emerger como una bella mariposa. Quiero volar.
I'm totally looking forward to going far from here. As far as I remember I've always wanted to leave Malaga asap and since I'm 15 I'm used to the desire of moving abroad, looking for a job or something once I ended at the university. However, it was something of the "someday" type, those things which will happen (or not) far into the future and you really want them to happen. But they are like marriage or finding a job, they are in a very distant time. That is the reason why you aren't thrilled or are not looking forward to them, because they're in the skyline, not in the shore.
But now, leaving this place and going far from here is not in the horizon, it's in the sandbank next to me. If everything's OK I will be in England in 3 months. I need to go out of this small city where I don't have enough air and to see the world. I need to leave lots of things behind, though unfortunately I won't be able to leave everything I'd like. I need to start a brand new life far from everything's here.
I hope I'm not being misunderstood, I'll miss lots of people and lots of things, but I need to go away, to cut the cord that joins me to all those burdens which doesn't let me go on. I want to wrap myself in a cocoon and emerge like a beautiful butterfly. I wanna fly