No regrets, just lessons learned.

I wonder how much we can expand our limits. Physical, emotional etc. If this limit is like a rubber band that once reached, it has to return to its original size.

For example. I never knew how many things I could hold in one hand until I had to take care of someone else's children. This one random day, I found myself holding two bags, different items of clothing and a scooter's handle, to make sure the little girl didn't fall.
Or...that there's no art in making sandwiches, you just have to make sure your fingers are still attached to your hand when you're done.

These are pretty silly examples, but it's the little things that give me a lesson every day.

I was thinking today about my high school friends. Which...they don't really exist. All those promises to keep in touch, they all faded away when we saw the first glimpse of real life. I was going through someone's facebook friends only to notice a lot of my old classmates, so it made me a bit nostalgic.

I never considered myself a full adult, mostly because whenever I needed my parents, they were there. And so, last week we had a big dinner gathering, with our neighbors. This unbelievably charming man, who happens to be the neighbor, asked if I wanted a glass of wine. Nothing too strange, I know. But whenever I'm with my parents, I feel like they judge me if I drink, so I pass. That day, I didn't. And I sat at that table, having my wine with the food, chatting about grown-up stuff. Another silly thing, but it kinda meant something to me.

Last weekend, we went to a new club. And I ended up mixing my drinks, which wasn't the smartest idea. I found myself walking home with my shoes in my hand, because walking in heels while drunk was potentially dangerous. And I know it's not something to be proud of, but I actually like myself more when I'm having fun like that. Not saying you can't have fun without drinking, obviously. And I didn't even have to pay for everything, so that was a plus. 50 pounds worth of alcohol in a club and I didn't pay a penny. I'm such a bad person, I know.

And.
It's been almost a month since I've been here. My life couldn't be better, in all honesty. I think I'm in love with the place I'm at right now, because it gives me the opportunity to see what my limits are, in more ways than one. Because things really turned out to be exactly how I'd hoped, much better than in my home country. Because, while I do miss my parents, sister, a couple of friends, I don't miss that place at all. And most of all, because I can finally be myself without being judged. Thank god for that.

Miley's new song. It's actually pretty good, and I didn't expect that.