The Liliana Blog

My dogs are at my house in Sao Francisco Xavier, in a small ranch I have. I can’t call it my home anymore. I’m not happy there anymore ever since some stuff happened in my life.

So I traveled like the woman in that film, and I bought a little house at the beach but this house is really wrecked and I have to rebuild it before I move in.

That is why I’m living in a hotel.

The place is very beautiful, the staff is nice. But it is not a real home.

I miss my dogs. I miss hanging around in my pajamas. I miss silence.

I am used to being alone most of the time and look for people to talk to when I’m in the mood for it.

Here in the hotel, I’m always in the spot. I have to go out to eat. It stresses me.

I like to think myself as a lone wolf.

Quiet.