Living the dream out loud

A new day, a new adventure. Today, the adventure starts in an airport. More likely, an airport in London, the capital of the UK. Today I'm returning to Buenos Aires, my hometown. I haven't been there for ages. I moved to London alone when I was 14, where I lived with my aunt. Now, 7 years later, I've decided to return to home. How my family would react, I don't know. They don't even know that I'm back in Buenos Aires. I don't even wanna tell them. I know that my family is ashamed of be. Why? Because of my passion for music. When I told my parents that I wanted to become a musician, they got so angry. I don't even know why. I mean, they supported my sister, when she told our parents that she wanted to become a professional dancer. But me, no, of course not!

While I was living in London, I started studying music. I play both the piano, drum and guitar. I always carry my guitar with me, and my drumsticks are always in my bag. You can say that I'm addicted to music, yeah, but it's a important part of my life.

The reason that I moved to London? My family wanted to get rid of me. My aunt lives in London, so they thought that if I moved away, and never returned, I would forget about my passion and become a "better person". A better person, yeah, in their opinion.

"Last call for all passengers on the flight to Buenos Aires. Please go to gate A17". Now it's time. Bye London, hello new life in Buenos Aires.