I wasn’t going to write this. But then I thought - some people might find interesting what’s hiding behind that beautiful picture of an engagent ring. And maybe somebody somewhere has/is/will feel the same and won’t feel so alone after reading this.
Today is the day we've finally had enough. Enough of sharing our home with complete strangers (even though the current ones are pretty nice, we've had some horrific experiences before), not being able to feel free and relaxed at home... Enough of our landlord coming and going in our flat as he pleases, without any warning or notice. And we finally had enough when our landlord marched in our flat, told us that he's raising the rent for 200 pounds a month to upgrade the flat and then a few days later (conveniently, after we paid the raised rent) telling us to move out, so he can actually upgrade the flat.
Am I doing life wrong? Or is there something wrong with me? Why are all people around me doing so much better in life? Why do other people look so much better than me? Where do they find time and money to travel to such beautiful places? How do they afford going to all those parties and restaurants every week? How come they have it all figured out and I don't?
Happiness is kind of weird. If you asked me - "What is it that you want the most in life?" I would always reply - "To be happy." But the problem with happiness is that it always changes. The things that would have made me happy fifteen years ago, are not going to make me happy now. Having a cool tree-house in my back yard won't make me the happiest person on earth anymore. Although it would be pretty cool, I have to admit. Sometimes it's even hours or minutes that change everything. So how do you stay happy, if it keeps changing all the time?
Hi! I just finished reading this book last night and thought I'd share my thoughts with you. So first of all, this is the book: The Lucky Ones. I knew just from reading the description that I would really enjoy this book. Ever since I was a little girl obsessed with reading, I have loved detectives [...]
I'm at home, sitting at my computer. I have a lot of work to do, but I can't bring myself to do any of it right now. "I'll quickly check Facebook and then I'll start", I say to myself. I know there's a good chance that won't happen, but I still believe myself every time. There're a few pictures of my friends at a party, random ads that I've already seen a million times, a funny video that I must share and.. Oh, what's that? A news article. "First Latvians are being sent home from UK". I feel my stomach turning a bit and a little lump in my throat. Thoughts start racing in my head - I am a Latvian living in UK. And even though I try to not think about it, every now and then I feel a little worried about what will happen next. I like it here. I don't want to go back. Okay. Calm down, it might not even be true. But what if it is?