Every year since I was little, we hardly celebrated my birthday at my house. The last party my mom threw for me, I remember I was around 8 and my only guests were my best friend at the time and her mom. My mom had bought loads of snacks and balloons, and about 3 outfits for me to change into throughout the day, and because this was before the smart phone era, she’d also hired a photographer for the day. When I turned 15, I spent my birthday in the UK with a family that hosted my throughout my year abroad and I got loads of gifts (and money) and was taken out to watch a Harry Potter film at the theatre before going out to dinner.
When I was a child, I used to have this reoccurring dream about myself flying in this beautiful, very green garden of some sort with someone I’d never met in awakened life. I can’t tell you if they were a boy or a girl, but they held my hand whenever I had this dream, to ensure I wouldn’t fall into the river below where sometimes, crocodiles were swimming in the clearest of waters.
I started blogging at the very end of August 2018 (for September that year) and my goal at the time was to share posts about the things that set my soul on fire: music, books, food, spirituality, fashion… everything that made me the girl I am today; I was inspired to bring positivity to the world in the best way I could possibly image, in a world that’s so negative, and I chose blogging as my medium.