When I was a child, I used to be scared of movings. I used to think in all the consequences it would have if we moved: I would have to make new friends -something difficult considering that I used to be really shy-, I'd have to leave my school, my conservatory... Generally, I'd have to leave behind a lot of things to which I was accustomed and I loved and keep going, and that had me terrified.
One day, my nightmare came true and we moved. I cried for a week or two, I couldn't sleep, I was never hungry... I was deeply sad. But I made new friends soon, and I accustomed to my new life bit by bit.
Nowadays, I'm not afraid of this. I'd love to live in other countries if it were possible. I'd like to live in Cuba, Italy, England, Ireland, Scotland, Finland, or Sweden... I think it would bring me a lot of knowledge about other cultures and new enriching experiencies. But, at least by now, I think I'd come back to Spain, mainly because I've got all my life here.
Namely, nowadays I think I would live in another country for a year or maybe more, but not for the rest of my life.
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