The Eve of New Year’s Eve (It seems to be OT. And it is)

Tomorrow I will do the double shift at work. As I would like to write my last post of the year, I have to write it today, on the eve of New Year’s Eve.

2012 was for me a year of change.

On the New Year day, during the morning after the party, in a cultural club which doesn’t exist anymore, I met the man of my life, while singing together songs of The Queen and of Elio e le Storie Tese. And I already knew that I had to move in London after less than a month.

On the 23rd of January I came in London. I lived in Acton for 5 months.

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During that period I learned how to live just on my own, by managing with the few money I was earning – I was working as a sale assistant for David & Goliath in Carnaby Street, and I had a minimum salary contract. I learned to be humble, to do not trust the public transport in London, to save time and money by preparing at home my lunch of the next day.

I learned to work and study in another language. I took the IELTS exam.

I learned to live with friends, which everybody think it should be easy, but sometimes it is not. But it’s always worth it.

I learned that it was not so “vital” to go out every night and have fun, but to be focused on what I really wanted was, indeed.

I learned to be loved, and I started to learn to love, actually.

I learned how much my town and my people are important to me.

whatsupI twisted my ankle, I lost 2 weeks of salary, I was evicted. I learned to hack it, on my own. I learned that being loved could save me.

I luckily found friends, I was hosted, I found a new place to live, new persons to share a London life with.

I was forced to quit my job, which I liked, because I was swindled by a recruitment agency, Seyner Benson.

I experienced unemployment.

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I went to a wedding. I went back to my town, to my love, to my air. 

I went to Paris with my love.

I came back in London, and my love joined me.

We found our place. We found our love for cooking. We found upcycling. We found we were a creative incitement for each other.

My sister got married, and I was her best woman. I was really proud of her.

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I found a job in a restaurant, Franco Manca Northcote. I learned lot there. I learned how to work in a team, how to coordinate between each other, how to be focused on customers and communication.


mace12badgeI was accepted as a student at Kingston University, I started my MA in Creative Economy. I found  creative people like me who wanted to learn how to manage with their creativity, how to use it in the best way. 

I learned how to work and study at the same time, how to save money, how to organize everything.

I opened a Blog, this blog, and I found that it was a great opportunity to research, to learn and to share knowledge.

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I started a Business with my MA Team, QB – Quanto Basta. I found that my insights really creative, even if I never realized that before.

But I missed something. I missed my love, my friends, my health. Because I was too excited of what I was learning, and of the new people I was meeting, and I missed all the rest.

I suffered. I cried. I felt angry. I felt guilty. I ate 1, 2, 3 cakes all by myself. I got drunk alone at home with cheap horrible white cider.

But then I found my love again. Through a video, The Power of Words. My love told me that the woman at the end reminded him of me.

The power of words. The power of communication. It is the same power of the Web 2.0, isn’t it? The world of conversations. 

Hence, the biggest lesson for 2012 is: keep attention on the words you are using. They could change everything, either in a positive or negative way.

We live in the time of words. In the time of conversations. In the time of Whatsapp, Facebook, Twitter, Skype. In the time when sometimes it is better to write than to speak. In the time when sometimes it should be better to speak than to write, especially if we could choose.

So my aim for the 2013 will be learning to speak again.

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