So let me tell you a story

I was born in the Spain of the 70s, on the year before France died and the dictatorship ended. My home town, the city of San Sebastian is an extremely beautiful city where kings and queens (and also that old dictator) used to spend their summer enjoying invigorating sea baths. Elegant and lovely, but so very small that often my parents knew of my whereabouts before I got home.

London is my adopted town. A complete chaos where millions of people live almost classified by typologies… well, maybe I am exaggerating, but it truly feels that way. Urban tribes or fashion trends which ever way you may want to look at it, set a very clear picture of the area they move on, and although the architectures have increasingly lost their identity, one can always count on the inhabitants to not require reading of the street plates.

I am happy here. I can be what ever I want to be and nobody cares. You do get a great sense of freedom. But freedom comes with a price sometimes…

Yesterday I had lunch with a dear friend of mine who I had not seen for 9 years. She and I studied together when I first arrived.  Since she is not listening, I can say that she is one of the most talented architects I have ever met. At uni all the boys loved her. She was so intriguing, stylish and her work was so strong, so personal. I love her too, but mostly because she is a lovely friend and a proper architect! Not only in paper but also in her heart as I feel one should.

I have to admit that work has been difficult, particularly since the recession. It has been quite intense and to give you an idea, I still have 15 holiday days left from last year.

I have always being the kind of person that takes every job seriously and gives it her best shoot and generally bumps into success. However, the world keeps setting challenges in front of us that keep on reminding us that the way is long… or that even, that we need to take the next turn.

I think I really needed to meet an old friend for a chat, particularly as home feels so far away when you have no free time to scape. Sometimes we all need remembering where we come from to know where we are going, and I frankly remembered.

I am going to be the architect I wanted to become when I chose this career. (I thought I share this will all of you)

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