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Awkward… I’m asking for money! Not for me, although that may come, hahaha *hysterical laughter* as it dawns on me I really have left my life, my job and all my home comforts to earn no money.

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Madrid

So what’s happened since my big decision… insomnia has happened. Trying to sell all my worldly belongings and cancel a life that I thought would be at least mid-term if not long-term. Not easy when you don’t speak the lingo! I explored Madrid and realised Barcelona has my heart. I landed in the right city with just a suitcase and a screenshot of a google map back in early October. I couldn’t have known how hard and wonderful this experience would be in equal measures.

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Barcelonetta_Sculpture

So I quit my job, again! To travel, again! Yes, It’s like Groundhog day.

I know, I know, I’m living the dream, but who’s dream? I work in fashion, in an office on the beach in one of the most fantastic cities in the world. Only a few weeks ago I was backstage at New York Fashion Week photographing models for my role as Global Influencer Manager in a career I love. But again something is missing. Freedom is missing, I crave it like a drug. Oh and my desire to give something back.

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Grafiti_Barcelona

You’re walking round Sainsbury’s, doing your weekly shop and a middle-aged lady wanders out from isle 10, milk in hand with her breasts hanging out. You avert your eyes and feel a little shocked and embarrassed for her. An elderly man shuffles past you and spits on the floor in front of you and I imagine you’re disgusted. You get home and there’s a knock at the door, it’s a family of foreign people who you promised could have a look round. They spot baby Harry rolling around on the floor in his nappy and a heap of washing up by the sink and they burst into floods of tears and leave wailing in some language you don’t understand. Odd day!

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