When you've been living abroad for a while you will realise that, at some point, your excitement for the new is taken over by routine and, most importantly, you don't have to impress new people anymore. This means that your true sense of humour will slowly shine through the language barrier. Or would it?
Every time I pick up a magazine I feel mixed emotions about the kind of articles that get published. I am torn between laughing and wanting to burn the magazines that open with 'Be happy in your own body', and close with 'How to lose 3 kilos in a week'. Without forgetting a 'Triple chocolate cake recipe', and a plethora of size 0 models.
I always wonder how life would be if I were daintier, nicer, more graceful. The kind of girl whose eyes sparkle, who cries pretty, and who looks pleasantly surprised when she inadvertently accesses the front camera.
Wouldn't we all?! The bronzed body and beachy waves kind of girl. The #Iwokeuplikethis creature that, when happy, looks like she's hugged by angelical choirs.
I am the kind of girl that could never spend thousands of dollars on a designer bag. Not for the amount of money itself, which I find ridiculously high anyway, but because I believe I won't be able to fully commit to it. Let's be honest, I can barely commit to a week worth of nail polish colour!