This past weekend I worked hard. I mean physically hard. Restauration of my future house has become a difficult task, especially when I realized that when I needed help, there was noone around to offer it to me. (Only Fernanda, my friend from the gym came for a couple of hours and gave me a hand, and a shoulder when I collapsed with tears after burning my eye with paint...my heart in pieces).
I asked myself, when did I become so weak? I used to do everything by myself (ok, I have never painted a 18 feet wall before) and then I started dating a man, Jenry, who took care of everything, all kinds of hard work and made me believe that I will always have that kind of support around me. Not this time, and not in Uruguay (I did not choose too wisely this time, in terms of men I mean).
Instead of crying I said to myself, I am going to do this and it is going to be gorgeous when I am done with it. The before and after pictures are there to show us whether or not I manage to do so, at the end of this week. (I feel like I am in an episode of one of those DYI shows on BBC, without the cute experts who can re-decorate shitholes, as mcgyver used to save the world with a needle, a banana and cheap women's perfume!)
*I am going to post those pictures when I finish everything, I dont want to scare you with the before pix!
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