a girl hungry enough to eat the world

This story begins with a girl named Catherine, she is not English, and does not live in Europe, quite

the contrary, she lives in a south American country named Chile in a small town called Mulchén on

the street Amunátegui.

She grew up there and always dreamed about traveling, on the winter days sat on her window and

dreamed about other people doing the same as her in other places, she pictured what it would be

like to be a young girl in China, walking to school every day like her, or to live in England with his

wuthering highs and foggy mist.

As a little girl in a small town, there were no many opportunities to travel anywhere, but despite

all odds she made her way and travel to England, when she was 22. On the morning of her

departure, and as usual when something big was going to happened, Catherine was nervous, I say

usual because she was a very nervous girl in general and if something was very exiting she like to

put herself in that situation and imagine all the details, but since she has never been in England

this was kind of difficult. She tried to remember one of the passages of sense and sensibility,

she always pictured herself more like a Mariane type of girl full of emotions difficult to hide, but

she couldn’t, so she recurred to a Blur song that she loved and immediately was there, walking

around all the green grass and smelling that particular blend of (carbon and wood), feeling her

nose (entumecida) and red, and breathing longer than usual just to feel the air.

As she stood in front of Chatsworth house she knew this was something she will never forget, the

sky was red like fire and it seemed like the time has stopped and this was no longer any moment

in particular than a painting, the cold air slipping through the bones was a quick reminder of the

truth, that and the trees that seemed to greet in contrast with the wind, it felt like everything was

possible, just the fact of being there, admiring this it was almost like she could hear herself saying

you made it.

As the years go by and memories are all that’s left it’s time and things like this that make you want

to do things over and over, perhaps as many say Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the

moments that take your breath away, and this was surely one.