The Summer 1981 - tracob

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My Diary Part 1

My mom keeps reminding how beautiful and different the nature in Portugal is. I see nothing... just rocks and the royal blue sky. Breathing deep cause the air smells flowery and sweet. Car windows are open, dad is driving and mom is reading the map. We are trying to find the right place.

 I'm not sure what I want. I don't feel like home here. Well I'm not homesick no no I don't wanna go home. If I'd have to describe my home in one color I would pick light gray like a wall without paint on it: boring, depressing, ordinary, no surprises or jumps. The whole city feels gray. My life feels gray.

We will spent this summer in Portugal. Mom said this is good for us. Dad has business meeting with his company partners and we will have a vacation. Just me, mom, little Tyde and Sage. No dads complains or rules. Perhaps I will eat on the sofa or even go swimming by myself, whatever mom says I think am old enough.

Dad said that there will be other kids too cause some of his business partners have children. We will live in this beautiful and old villa in a little village. The village is high on the mountains. Mom told me that we might stay even longer what my dad said. So the house will be my new home. I took a lot of notebooks so I can write this diary and I don't know... poetry. 

Maybe I'll meet someone, maybe even a beautiful girl. Dad told me that at my age he already had had his first kiss. However this trip is going to be an ordeal or the summer of my dreams.