The second-to-last sentence I wrote in Mistake a while ago, cancel that. I have quit university. It’s been a few weeks since that big decision, and until this weekend I still wasn’t sure what to think of it. Yet now I do: it’s the best decision I have made in a long time. I could now get into the reasons as to why I quit, but actually, they depress me just think about it.

This weekend has been one of the most amazing ones of my whole life. Through some changes of plans, I was somehow able to convince my brother to come to Barcelona with me. Ha, nice to use the word ‘convince’ here. Let me tell you word for word how this convincing went on: me: “So, you want to come to Jack Johnson with me?” Brother: “yes.” Done. Damn, this weekend has been so amazing I am tempted to create this ‘and then and then and then’ story, because it is just worth telling. Actually, it didn’t start all that great. I arrived in Barcelona on Friday afternoon, while my brother was supposed to arrive at 11 that night. I had some stuff to organize, like the hostal to stay at and getting the tickets, but then I had time alone. I realized I just don’t want to be alone much anymore. Seeing things without the sweetest Italian girl on the planet just isn’t the same. Then my poor brother sent a text: ‘be prepared: big delays’. This delay kept on increasing, until at around 3am my brother walked out of the airport-hi-welcome!-thing to encounter a frumbled half asleep completely confused little brother, holding out a glass of wine. Somehow even this night turned out nice, because we somehow ended up sharing our bottle of champagne with a remarkably funny Danish couple.

Saturday was a perfect day. Sun, talks with someone else who has made a big change in his life and thinks almost exactly like me, the stupid and lovely touristbus, a walk in Park Guell and an early dinner, which for some of us was some pasta with something that was still in a can a good 11 seconds before. Then it was time. It was time for the thing I have been looking forward to for months and months: Jack Johnson in concert. Yet somehow the day before my exitement grew even more: Mason Jennings would also play, even before G.Love & Special Sauce, the official opening act. Mason Jennings has been something close to a musical obsession for about six months now, and he recently signed up with Brushfire Records, the record label of Jack Johnson and would open before the opening act.

So there we went. Five hours of live music was awaiting. When Mason Jennings started playing all alone in this gigantic stadium, which at that moment wasn’t even one-tenth full, with most people sitting and talking, I was touched by watching him a lot more than I already thought I would be. It was hard to explain for me. This year has been a difficult year, a very difficult year and cliche as this will sound, his songs are a part of that year, making things a bit better. Standing there, my brother next to me, and Mason Jennings playing, a big grin came on my face, that didn’t go away for a while. The whole night was just incredible, standing there punching my brother in the shoulder with every amazing song played by either Mason Jennings, G.Love, Jack Johnson or a combo of the three, and just being ridiculously happy. Then I knew: I made the right decision, and it is time to get back to some important things that have snowed under a bit: photography, diving, dreaming, writing, smiling, laughing, loving, and anything else amazing you can think of. It is time for naked feet in the sand, peeling burnt skin of your back, being so happy that all you can do is make a high squeeling sound, sleeping deeply without worries. Maybe not right now, but my arrows are pointing the right way again.

No more I-should-selftorture. Be here now.