We're about to leave the city.
As I'm blogging, my wife is waiting for the moving truck.
The apartment is a disaster.
There are boxes everywhere.
The cats are so freak out.
I'm web surfing on a Samsung tablet, sit on an old easychair.
It's one of the few furnishings available. Everything else is wrapped on plastic.
The first thing I did today was to caugh.
I feel dizzy and ill.
In the whole year I never got sick, but I had to get sick precisely now.
I would like to rest the entire day, but I'll have to be awake.
Our new house is about an hour and a half from here.
Things have to be done.
I prefer to be sick right now than to be healthy and unemployed the entire next year.
This is the price I have to pay.
The last six months I was looking for a better job.
I was about to quit and to give a different direction to my career.
A month ago, out of nowhere, my boss told me about a potential opportunity.
We're moving to Lerma. I got a new job.
It's going to be the best job I ever had.
It's better to have a sick day than to have a dark future.
