July has news...

Happy late birthday to me...

23 years of age and still manage to be annoying as hell... My poor family has to deal with it.

To start off this brand new "year" for me, I have to finally talk about my little family. The one I adore with all my heart. My dear boyfriend, the one that I love, we will call C. has to be the one who deals with my humour, my mood swings, my anxiety. Not sure how can he deal with all of me but I can't seem to act like someone else. I'm myself!

C. has a warm heart, sensitive, emotional, true to himself, quite a teaser and above all a loving person who only wants to be loved. Obviously, he has flaws, loves to party a little too much, too much of everything, but hey, no one is perfect, look at me...
We've been together since April the 8th and it seems like years for us. We are like an old couple. Fights and cuddles...

Not only I gain a boyfriend, but also a dog, Mario... A three-year-old who prefers to lick your face instead of being a playful dog. Scares lots of people, but he is such an angel... Sadly, I'm allergic to him, no worries, I will keep him around because he is family...

Finally, the last addition to our family is Quinn. She is the cutest kitten, sleeps all the time, annoys poor Mario and let's not bother talking about eating, she will come running! Adorable, stubborn but all around lovely to have around. I adore her to bits. She is my little baby...

July has been a tough month, full of surprises. Job searching and trying to figure out what to do. 

I've been trying to also gain support for a goal of mine... Which I will be talking in a different post...

For now, if you are interested, go and check it out...

https://www.gofundme.com/f/dreams-of-publishing-my-first-book&rcid=r01-1564504033,06-fcc291e21fc242c1&pc=ot_co_campmgmt_w

I promise to write more in the next post... 

~Bella

Roommates situation!

Story short, I decided to move out from my mum's place when she moved into a new place herself!

No, I'm not trying to stay away from anyone, especially family members, but the opportunity came along, might as well catch it while it's there. 

I moved out to move in with roommates, close enough to work as well as downtown. Perfect for me as I love to walk places. 

Now, before moving in, the room search was beyond stressful, and I cannot describe it to you. If you have been in this situation, where you have to look for a place, you will understand what I mean. 

Looking for a place to move into is one of the most stressful time. I actually hated it, made me anxious half the time, frustrated all the time, and the lack of sleep became frequent! Don't get me wrong, I do worry, get anxious most of the time, but this situation was highly different, made me think about it all, about my decisions! 

The frustration part of it all is the obvious lack of response that many decided to ignore! Responding to people is a respectful, honorable act. I will have the benefit of the doubt when I know that sometimes, it happens, emails get thrown into the spam section, and we don't always look in the box, and again the internet may malfunction. 

After a month or two, I started feeling hopeless, out of energy, stressing over the little things, procrastinating on cleaning everything, making boxes, clearing my room, finding a home for my kittens... Then I receive a message from one person explaining how I could come visit! You can't imagine how happy I was until I actually saw the place, saw what it was all about. Nothing great, on the contrary, it was a catastrophe. There was no way I would have moved in with so many people in the same room (only one girl, the rest of them were guys). Depression came quickly after, making me even more anxious about the situation. I had no answers after that one except a young girl telling me about her moving out of the apartment where she was sharing it with other girls. No option, but to go, meet her and see the place.
It was cute from outside, smelled like someone was smoking inside the living room, but cute rooms, messy but cute. It had its charm so I kept in touch and got the room, but wanted to be all good with paperwork. Sadly, the office isn't the perfect place to get paperwork done. I waited for three weeks in order to move in the place, and yet, I don't have anything when it comes paperwork. How fancy, right? I still can't believe I'm off track with my file.

At the end, I live in a cute place, big enough to have lots of people live in, and not too far from my work which is perfect for me. I get along with most of the people living around, and half of the time, I'm rather too busy doing my own things to even talk to many of them, sadly. There is also a kitten which manages to come along and snuggle to wake you up or to annoy you! 

Having found a place to live, even if it's temporary, is hard, complex to say the least,  but when you arrive at the point in your life where you are with amazing roommates then everything is fine!

"What I love most about my home is who I share it with." 

~Bella