Travel
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New York
New York City. Seems surreal I’m writing this post and even more surreal to say I’ve actually been there. In fact, I can’t believe I’ve been there and I’m back in the UK already. Four magical days with my best friend for what I choose as my hen-do in the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps. New York, you absolute beauty. I don’t even know where to begin. Everything I thought New York was and could be for me, was way off. It was so much more than what I could’ve ever dreamed of! A mixture of reality meets fiction/imagination/dreams/fantasy all together in one. We left Heathrow at…
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When a stranger is a friend
I must have one of those faces that people look at me and know I can keep a secret. Which is actually true. I can and I do, especially when it comes to my friends. This year I went back home to Portugal for Christmas and returned on the 31st. It was 11:58pm when I walked in through the front door. On the plane, I was sat next to a man who started talking to me. He had one of those bubbly personalities and was actually making me laugh. As a nervous flyer, the distraction was greatly appreciated and welcomed. My daughter was sitting by the…
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Sliding Doors
Have I ever told you about how I suddenly landed in Bristol when my destination was Shanghai? No? Well, I’m about to. This was a key moment in my life. A proper sliding doors moment that literally, changed the course of my life forever and brought me to where I am now. Early 2013, I applied for an MBA with an American University that has several campuses around the world. One of them was Shanghai. I went through the admissions process and after a few months, received the confirmation that I got accepted. I had to study for an exam called GMAT but as I was working full…
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Mortgage – Part II (ENG)
Here is the second part of this story as I previously (tried) to start talking about my part-time job, and then got carried away about all the issues relating to the housing market and taxes. I will do my very best to keep focused this time. Going back just a little bit in time, when I first moved to Bristol, my first job was in a pub as a barmaid in the city centre. I worked countless hours earning minimum wage (£6.19/per hour at the time) but it was good fun and met a lot of people which helped to forget the fact that I was all alone in a foreign…