Zillions of years later!

Manu appears .... she is mother and has children.
Okay folks, this is not so, the children I cared, yes im married to the travel.
For a longe time i wrote nothing, in fact when i am going through a bad phase, you know those moths are fucking crazy and I retreat from the world. I am not talking about PMT, im talking about an existential crisis like everybody has, although some people deny it or give it another name.
Recently my cousin showed me the statistics of my blog, so I know the number of hits and their origin by week and by month.
But i know that you are reading it so you must post a line, im excited and ready to share my thoughts and bullshit...
Come to the point, what happened to me since the last post.
So many changes, so many things happened that i did not want to talk about, i was reluctant to share, but now i can translate in other words.
To understand a little better what im saying:
Who is Manu? An ass, certainly. Im not fishing for a compliment, i bear no malice to anyone, i believe all i hear, and always give of myself.
In the past i have said that i like to live with the glass empty or totally full, i have no limit in helping others.
It all sounds cliché, but it is quite true.
The word will not stop in my crises, helping others is good but i can not caring for myself and flexibility is always good, but when you end to something is bad, you must open a door to the new and to day the word NO to any opportunity you can prevent someting bad happening.
In the fantasy world of Manu, no one tries to fuck you up, actually people just after your money, selfish people... (my father - the sheriff- spent his life trying to teach me and when my back is to the wall i remember his advice. In my world, the cup was full or empty, but as time passed i realized that glass half full can be enough. The glass half full is not the end of the world and is closest to reality, you can drink it calmly.
Manu today, i think i have matured a bit, learned some things, and it was a very bitter medicine. In Dublin my tree goals: to learn English, to travel and to mature. The third item i believe is already having effects!
I was in Brazil and within that one month, i felt like a fish out of water. You know when you do not see yourself staying in that place, i still cant believe i spent years living in São Miguel, not belittling the neighborhood because it was the neighborhhod where i was raised an my best friends are there, i played football in the street, there is a busiest Sunday market and graceful, bu i dont see myself in that place.
What worries me most is that at 28 years, i still dont feel sure about where i want to live.
I also that after i visit these countries i will create more dreams to live out there is no end. Is it an escape?
I do not kno yet, maybe it will be something that im afraid of...
If it is that im running away from something at leats the running is good, you have no idea how good it is to meet new people, to look them in the eye, if i want to see the identity of someone it is in their eyes, you can get close and be surprised at what you see.
Many people ask me about my parents and i always say: my parents prepared me for life in this world. They were like Nomads as well. They moved a lot, im free to come and go as i wish. My love of them is constant. I doesnt matter where im living i know they love me.
Im here and going strong with your help...So, ADIOS, until my next outburst.