I've realized I've grown up. I do believe, eventually, at some point, we all do. Some might do it earlier and for some it might take longer. But at one point in our lives, we all grow up.
For those who don't know because they just started following me, or to those who just didn't know or remember, I started blogging publicly 4 years ago, when I shared the story of a break-up. Isn't that how most people start blogging? They just want to vent? Well, that's how I decided to go public. No link to that post because I started doing it in spanish. I shared a lot of things in that old blog: crazy thoughts, anger comments, weird adventures, and then the shenanigans that came with me.
With this blog I decided to start fresh, just like my new life. I decided I wanted to apply for a scholarship to come to study to Australia in 2008, by the time I was with my boyfriend of three years. We had a long conversation about how to deal things if I get the scholarship and have to move to Australia. We never figured it out. Eventually, things happened between us and we broke up, just by the time when I needed to sign the papers and press the 'submit' button. After my three day comma after the break-up, I came back to life and submitted my form, signed my papers and waited for an answer. Two months later I got an e-mail at around midnight with the word 'Congratulations'. I was moving to Australia.
And how is life and the way things happen that breaking up was the impulse I needed in order to close that terrifying decision of moving abroad. Someone told me I was running away. Maybe I was. Maybe I needed that. Maybe I needed to get away from home, to learn to be with myself, to get away of all that gossip and she said / you said. It was what I needed. A fresh start.
But being me, it started crazy fun. I've had crazy encounters, met amazing people, and had the weirdest conversations. I've also learned to live with the most bizarre people ever: from banging the kitchen doors at 4am in the morning, to screaming orgasms during daylight to pee in the toilet seat. I've had the worst housemates ever. Yes, each of those things were done by someone that lived in my house. I'm so glad that's over.
I found my passion as well. I love photography. I love the feeling of knowing that my camera is with me, and that I can just pull it off, take the cap off, and snap something beautiful. And I used to take photos of almost everything. I've learned to narrow my path and as you see here, I love photographing people: during trips, in the street, posing, candid, people are my subject. They are so fascinating. Especially once you get to meet them. You see, I was this very shy girl, that every now and then would do a spontaneous thing. I learned to talk to strangers, and the more I do it, the more I like it. They have so many things to share! It's amazing. I've also found an eye for photographing street style (something that I've found is very common now). Funny thing is that I was this girl who used to wear converse shoes with her dresses because the thought of wearing heels was horrifying. And now, I can't get over buying shoes. I can't get over buying clothes, period.
I'm 28 years old and I don't have my entire life figured out. But I don't worry about it any more. I know that there is a path for me that I still need to find. I don't know where I'm going but I'm enjoying the journey. There were days where I used to focus so much in the future and how I wanted things to be that I stopped living in my present. That was probably one of the detonators of my break-up. One of many reasons. The best thing that ever happened to me. I don't think I would have become who I am right now if I was still back home. But I am ready to go back (for now).
I still have the essence of me of course. I do enjoy the occasional drinking ('why is the bottle empty so soon?'), the spontaneous adventure ('stop the car! let's take our clothes off and swim in the ocean in our underwear'), the flirtatious experience (i think i better not quote this one). I like not to worry about stupid things. I love the fact that they do not bother me any more. I'm still the silly funny crazy peruvian girl, with better clothes and a love for wine.
Things change, I've changed. No, maybe not changed. Maybe the word is 'improved'. Yeah, that's it. I'm an improved version of myself. Not like the Iphone 5, I am actually getting better with each update (like wine!). My style has improved, my eye has improved, my photography has improved and this blog has improved. I thank you for taking the time to check it and comment it, and read long posts like this one.
This blog is turning 2 today. Today marks the beginning of season 3. And I'm going to embrace that season !! I have faith that better things are coming. And oh baby, I am ready!
So, is this the last season or will there be a season 4? I don't know. You'll have to stick to it to know. I'm ending an era at the end of this year, I have no idea what will happen or where will I go. But whatever happens, I'll rock the shit out of it ! Thanks for keeping in touch.
The title makes reference to this song. A song that always makes me remember a crazy adventure/chapter of my life. A song that remind me of a special someone, thanks to whom I believe that we are all capable of 'improving'.
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