But I still can't seem to stay away.
This blog started 13 years ago.
I was a young avid writer wanting to be a journalist. Thinking to myself, "I would be the next Carrie Bradshaw".
With Marlboro Lights on the desk right next to my redbull. Yep, I was on my way.
Years passed. I've written a whole lot of stories.
From my lovelife, my degree choice, my graduation, to my career move.
I am now a lawenthusiast/hotelier/tutor/entrepeneur - all at once.
Yep, from 2005 to 2014. 9 years in the making and I've turned into a suit. A yuppie.
Yes. A yuppie.
A well-paid young middle-class professional who works in a city job and has a luxurious lifestyle.
I date guys that wear corporate nooses and we all answer to THE MAN.
Urban Dictionary defines me as;
"the most arrogant conceited fucks on the planet."
To sum it up, I'm back.
Still single, living the yuppie life and hitting the big three oh in a few months.
Am I freaked?
No.
Why, you ask?
Because everyday, God manages to remind me that there are worse things in life. He manages to show me the horrors of the other side and it automatically makes me realize that I'm still one lucky girl, who still looks damn good for her age!
Ball out!
xox
N.
