October 19, 2015
My own apartment, finally.
I don’t think there are words creative enough to describe how relieved I am.
I don’t think there are words creative enough to describe how relieved I am.
There’s something about being at a funeral of a person that unexpectedly passes away that’s even more difficult than others.
I applied to every single job posting I could find. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
I’ve been eagerly waiting to write this post. EAGERLY. I’m considering this a Public Service Announcement to all American’s.
This is hilarious. I can’t believe I’m addressing this. When I came back from the Dominican Republic a few years ago I remember the study abroad organization sent me an email warning me about “culture shock”.
I saved my life. More like my hair’s life. I have super long, thick, blonde hair that has been severely neglected since my move to Dubai.
I always used to exchange my favorite shows to binge watch on Netflix with my peeps, so I wanted to keep that going on a larger scale and share my new addiction: New Girl
Being in a new place, everything you do every day is new, meeting new people and learning new things and trying so hard to adjust and fit in. Being able to stay in my apartment, feel comfortable, like myself, and relaxed was all I wanted. Almost a break from everything else. A recharge.