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Things are not going to get ugly because now you know the path and you trust yourself 

Bea del futuro, hoy tuviste un día so amazing.  You went to the swimming pool and spent time with yourself. It was a sunny day, hoy por primera vez te permitiste disfrutar bajo el agua. Te daba mucho miedo nadar y respirar bajo el agua como sirena y hoy tu cuerpo se sintió seguro para hacerlo.  It was challenging because when I was a child my family made comments that I was never going to know how to swim because they never had the intention to teach me, but I am doing it. El sol estaba radiante, tomé mi traje de baño y mi cuerpo y manejé al community centre. Me puse bloqueador y me metí al agua. Estaba súper fria al principio, pero después de un rato el agua y yo éramos una misma. Me acariciaba mi cabello largo y sedoso, mi cuerpo se dejaba ir y se encontraba con la respiración, fue súper mágico.  Después empecé a explorar bajo el agua, con movimientos suaves y mi respiración always accompanied by my body. It felt so good, liberating, free, releasing, and relaxing 😌....

We are moving out in a housing crisis, 500 square feet, probably 600 square feet apartament, realtors speculating how much people can afford, they said we can pay more, furniture, insurance for the building, hydro, insurance, liability, change the address. We are moving out, we want to have a brighter place to say hello to the sun.  We are migrant birds from the sur global coming to the North, they said that it is the true North.  North is cold and individualistic, but we make it bloom with our colours, joy and friends.  Adulthood is hard, I think nobody is prepared for this housing crisis... I wonder myself when the land is not enough for houses? The land should be enough, greedy is never enough.  There are some families that have a house of 5mill acres and some they can just afford to rent a 600sq ft apartament in one of the most cosmopolitan cities, Toronto. Some of them, they are houseless, they can't afford anything, living on the streets where everyone pretend ...