When I grow up I want...
When I grow up I want to be a pilot, a doctor, an archaeologist, an architect... how many times do we change our mind (like a shirt). as far as our future is concerned? When we were little they taught us back in the 80s, in our case as born at the beginning of La Movida, we could be whatever we set out to be.
We wanted to study and we opted for Advertising and Public Relations, whether by vocation or because that shirt touched that day. We wanted to work in an agency and wherever we went, we wanted to work as a client and that's what we did, always with the fantasy of wanting more and aspiring for more, always more. It will be because we were born in the eighties, it will be because we were born women, it will be because we are like that...
However, we were not prepared for the barrage of contradictions, setbacks and other setbacks once we grew older.
After a parallel work life, each one with her own thing and each crazy person with his own thing , due to things in life, we both ended up displaced. We had to choose to leave our jobs, our home, our neighborhood, our routine, to continue accompany our marital destiny. We packed our bags, each one her own, and we went, one to Seville and olé and the other to Fuerteventura oh what suffering…
Just like that, relocated, far from our Madrid, far from family, friends, far from everything (one more than another) and each one doing her work, even though we were far away we were still very close. After four years with deferred lives, we are both left with more free time, with increasingly sporadic work peaks and with some more cons.
Conversations about ambition, about wanting, about proposing to do, about I would like, I would love, I propose, it has occurred to me... they were making a place for themselves in our days, with more and more time yes, but condemned to the scarce 24 hours a day. And so one day the one from Seville told her idea to the one from Fuerteventura, who said Yes, without conditions, without further ado
Without having to talk about it, without having to think about it, naturally, each one took charge of her area. We seemed like twins in the way of thinking, in the decisions to make, in the colors to choose... everything just flowed with a lot of work, many hours, many calls, many WhatsApps...
This is how
