Picnics at Audley End, 2019

Picnics at Audley End, 2019

 
Brad at Newcomer Wines Dalston, London, 2019

Brad at Newcomer Wines Dalston, London, 2019

 
 
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Floresta do Alcaide, Lisboa, 2019

Floresta do Alcaide, Lisboa, 2019

 
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Brad in Blue,  2019

Brad in Blue, 2019

 
 
 
Brad at La Venencia, Madrid, 2019

Brad at La Venencia, Madrid, 2019

 
29 Wadeson Street, 2019

29 Wadeson Street, 2019

 
 
chin chin,  2019

chin chin, 2019

 
 
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8 July 2019

Tier 5 (Youth Mobility) Visa expired.

 
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Parque de Retiro, Madrid, 2019

Parque de Retiro, Madrid, 2019

 
 

I don’t really have much to say … I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on. Everything is happening all at once and I don’t really know what to do. But I listened to this song a few minutes ago and then I listened to it again and I burst into tears and I can’t really put into words why it made me cry so much but I can say that what made me cry was when I heard the words:

drink, drinking in all of the sunshine,
reminding ourselves that there’s no time
to wander around in the cold.

 
Brad, Madrid, 2019

Brad, Madrid, 2019

 
London, 2018

London, 2018

 
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I used to dream of the Extraordinary.

A naively optimistic expectation that offered More than what was Now.

A perpetual state of yearning.

Then I found silence.

Silence in the in-betweens.

In-betweens—where you wonder what's behind the stars, feel the winter cool your nose and repeatedly tell your friends, "I'm so glad we're doing this."

In-betweens—where you find the Extraordinary.

This is what More feels like.

–2017
Perth, WA

 
 
My bed, Perth, 2018

My bed, Perth, 2018

 
 
Cerveceria Alemana, Madrid, 2019

Cerveceria Alemana, Madrid, 2019

 
 
 
 
 
Brad at Violet, London, 2019

Brad at Violet, London, 2019

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This song will never not make me cry.

 
 
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Lavapiés, Madrid, 2019

Lavapiés, Madrid, 2019

 
Mathilde at Mikkeller, London, 2019

Mathilde at Mikkeller, London, 2019

 
 
 

It’s the ache in my chest

That stays

Right before I rest

And though you’re there

I mourn the emptiness

That’s only inevitable.

–May, 2019
London, UK

 
 
Brad, Madrid, 2019

Brad, Madrid, 2019

 
 
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Madrid, 2019

Madrid, 2019

 

 Hola.

I can never get this thing to feel like me.

Maybe it’s because I don’t really know who I am?

Or maybe I do and this is just another case of me questioning myself too much.

Either way, I’m starting again.

Un besito,

Isabel