It’s a weird feeling when you have lived in a country for 16 years but you are seen as an outsider. I moved here, to the U.S, when I was 9.
The long weekend of 4th of July I decided to stay home, relax and catch up on all the shows I’ve missed.
What a crowded but beautiful city. The city has too much personality. It shines. It screams success, struggle, passion, thrive, determination, fashion, individuality, toughness and most of all, dreams.
Sometimes all you need is drinks and some girl talk.
Being new to a city can be hard at times. Making friends after college is not as easy as it used to be.
It’s all about the little things.
I would not give up the beautiful moments and acts of love I receive from Flavio for a million bucks. Unless I can get both, then in that case.
I dislike you kitchen. I am tired of cooking bad food. We have had enough and honestly, it’s not you, it’s me.
Last week I briefly touched upon how hard it has been to make friends in a new city.
Ever since I moved from Miami to Houston, I have been feeling like I don’t belong. People keep telling me that little by little the city will grow in me but quite honestly it has not.