2.1.21

I’d be more than excited to write a bad ass story about me, maybe the one where i fell of a car, or the one where i fell of a cliff, or when i fell of the rooftop of my house… but this is not it. This is my introduction to a new era, a journal if you may. So… Who am I? I’m a product and interior designer who is nothing more than a mess. My job sounds fancy but it actually doesn’t pay me enough for me to be able to live by myself, therefor i’m still stuck with my parents. The cost of living from where i’m from is insane compared to the minimum wage. It is an interesting place, maybe for a vacation, not for living… The people here are friendly, and somehow weird but to be honest i love to just sit and observe their body language… Sounds like I’m a creep but not really, I’m just slightly weird and you can say insanely creative-ish.