They say April showers bring May Flowers, in my case April was a tornado that shook everything, cleared it up and gave me a clean slate to star over. New job, new projects, new places and new friends. So I guess this time, the whole month was a favourite, but I choose a few things to share with you.
– The north remembers:
Finally! After waiting a whole year Game of thrones started again, with a whole lot of expectation, new characters, dreaded old ones, unexpected turns of events, surprises and we haven’t even reached reached half of the season yet.
Maybe it was the fact that it was cloudy that everything looked grey during daytime, maybe I’m just right or maybe there was something else, but if I can say something after my trip to Sydney is this: Sydney City was made for the night. I know some of you will try to come after me, talk about the beaches, and the sun and the “always summer” feeling you always get from looking at images of Oz, but Im just talking about the city centre. The lighted up bridge, the opera shinning and the city view, showing all the colours possible from neon lights. This is part 2 from the Sydney Diaries….this is Sydney by night.
If you ask an Argentinian to describe another Argentinian there are two possible outcomes:
We are cocky, we think we are the best on anything and we can talk ourselves from any situation. We are eternal pessimists, that’s why we always see the glass half empty and because of our unfortunate economic history we believe that makes us experts in matters such as politics and economy. For that reason we will always complain, complain about the job market, food and gas prices, politicians, security, TV shows, weather, etc. we love to complain.
on the other hand… (and I’d like to put myself in this group)
Some may say we know how to enjoy the little things in life, we have fun (that’s why many bands want to go to play to Arg. we are a great crowd) We love to spend time with family and friends, slow down, unwind, eat long lunches, spend the necessary time getting the “Asado” ready, sit down and have a glass of wine or spend entire afternoons chatting and drinking ‘mate’ with friends. Might be the Italian roots, but food bring us together. Because “Life is not a Pastafrola” (Life is not a piece of cake), we are melancholics, we know it, but we will make the most of it.
It’s 4am, we are driving (half as sleep) to the airport; luckily the day is not as cloudy as they said it was going to be and it didn’t rain as supposed to. After some minor issues while printing our tickets and some nasty McD coffee we laid back and waited for our seats to be called.
You might remember… (or if not click….HERE) that one of my New Years resolution was “More museums” so last weekend I decided to own up to my promise and went, once again, to the Auckland Art Museum.
I can spend the entire post talking about how I (24 year old female) spent the majority of the time reading a children book and “painting” my own Kangaroo Mask with 5 year old kids. But I rather invite you all to go and see the Five Māori Painters exhibition.
I’m back! I apologize on the lack of post yesterday (I can blame it on the jet lag but it was pure laziness)
I little thing I kept for myself since I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post about it was that I traveled to Sydney! Went went just for four days to visit some friends that are about to be parents and it was the perfect excuse to fly to Australia for the first time. So over the next weeks I will be posting a couple of blog post on the trip (kind of what I did with New Zealand’s Northland) and we will call it: The Kiwi Diaries goes Aussie.
Let’s say uncertainty is not something I’m too keen on. I don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen, I like to plan things ahead, I might wait to the last minute to do it, but I like to plan it,I like schedules and day planners and to do lists and post its with errands and having control over things, I’ve ruined too many season finales and books for myself because of this, but I don’t get along with uncertainty.
I know its not polite to speak ill of the dead, so I will not give names and I don’t thinks its important either, but lately I hadn’t been comfortable in my job; I was not challenged as a designer, felt unappreciated and over all lost the spark that kept me working. Quitting without a plan B was out of the question, leaving a job without having another was simply inconceivable, I don’t know if it was because it took me so long to get this one in the first place, or because I come from a country were is not easy living without a job, I things kept getting worse, crying my way home wouldn’t change anything and speaking was not working either.
I realized that if I wanted things to change I had to start with myself. So a few weeks ago I walked to my boss office and I quit. The moment I walked out of that office (even though there were a few bits and pieces that didn’t add up) I felt this incredible weight lift off my shoulders, this peace of mind that would help me focus more on redesigning my portfolio, designing a new web page and looking for new projects.
Today is my last day at the office, I don’t know what its going to happen, I don’t know if I will get another job fast or if freelancing will pay the bills, hell I don’t even know if someone even reads this blog (besides my mum) but what I know is that Im happy, for the first time Im happy not knowing how things will turn out, there are no lists, no plans, nothing more than peace of mind.
To new beginnings… Jules.-
Another month gone by… filled with re-designs, mayor decision making, a fair amount of stress and the realization of the imminent… Winter…IS coming… So try to make the best of whatever time is left and let me share with you my March Monthly favourites
– The Fault in our stars
I’ve heard about this book TOO much… before it was published, when it arrived in stores, and now that the movie is coming out. Everything I’ve heard was “This book will ruin your life” “The saddest thing I’ve ever read” and “I’ve found myself balling my eyes out in a plane full of people”
So to be honest, that wasn’t much of an encouragement to read it, but I’m curious (or a masochist) and I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. The truth is, I didn’t find it so heart breaking (oh no she didn’t…) maybe I’ve read enough to desensitize myself from this kind of stories. Still I think John Green, created beautiful characters and I just loved the dialogs between them, but even thought it was a sad story I was kind of expecting the end, so it didn’t hurt me so much. I still want see how the movie turns out.Okay?