Life Post Amesterdam

2 weekends ago i was in AMESTERDAM and i must say that coming back to reality hasn't been easy this time. I miss the hot days (we had a 33 degree kind of day on Sunday), i miss sitting by the canals, i miss the freedom you can feel in every corner of the city, the history, i miss... I kind of feel like i am unable to function after this trip. Days at work seem to drag (12 hours feel like years). I feel numb and i am starting to think that is less because i miss Amesterdam, and more the fact that i don't like where my life is at this moment.

But enough of being dramatic (drama queen is my title - i have blue blood) and let's get back on the horse peeps!

When kids start calling you ma'am/lady

The other day (like a month ago-when i was back home) my mom told me to get my sister from school. Being very punctual i got there 15 mins before time and had time to observe what kids are up to these days (no changes there - kids are still kids; boys still think they hate girls; girls still try to act cool ignoring the boys)

While doing this i heard someone calling from the other side of the fence: hey lady! Ma'am! Can you please pass the football? It's under your car!

Was he really talking to me? I mean he is looking in my direction... so it must be me! I have to say i felt almost offended! Why ia a kid calling me lady? Just the other day i was on that side of the fence! Pretending I didn't care about boys. And then it hits you: Just the other day was 8 years ago! You are not 18 anymore lady! You are 25 nearly 26 - you are a lady indeed! 

Where is the time going?

Ps: I didn't give him his football back. I ignored him-I don't like people that make me feel old! (I know I am going to hell)

Ps2: That is not actually me; well it is - Snapchat filter!

4 things that piss me off about flights

 Living away from home it's hard and one thing that makes it even harder are the flight you have to take to get from one place to the other. Don't get me wrong: flights can be nice but, in most cases, they are not. I have to say that I only travel low cost so that might be the reason why I hate it so much. One way or the other here are my top 4 reason why I hate to flight:

When are you old enough?

So let me give you a little background about this: last January i decided i wanted a piercing cause i was obsessed with the idea of a nose hoop. People that know me know that once i have something in my mine i have to do it (and i did). Now what i also have to say (and something that you might think is not related) is that i don't live with my parents anymore; actually i live in a completely different country and i only get to see my parents every 2 or 3 months depending on my work.

So like i said i got this piercing last January (oh happy days) and was quite happy with it until last Monday. Last Monday? What happened last Monday you ask? Well i came to visit my parents!

Spring cleaning - Blog Edition

So, it might not look like it (maybe because this blog is only one year old) but i have been living in this blog world for quite some time (5/6 years i think). During these 5/6 years i managed to follow more than 200 blogs; yes 200 blogs (you've read it right). 

I've done this before

Sónia Domingues, 25 years old, Portuguese nurse living in the UK.
Book lover and Blues enthusiastic. I also enjoy photographing random things and showing them to you.
This is not the first time i try to run a blog hence the "i've done this before". However, this time around, i'll try to focus on things that i really enjoy instead of the quantity of posts i do every week. If you are reading this welcome and i hope i see you again!

Sónia Domingues, 24 anos, Enfermeira Portuguesa a viver no Reino Unido. Adoro livros, e tenho um fraquinho por música Blues. Também gosto de fotografar coisas estranhas e de as mostrar aqui no meu blog.

Esta não é a primeira vez que tento escrever um blog de forma consistente, daí o "I've done this before", mas desta vez pretendo focar-me naquilo que realmente gosto em vez de me focar no número de posts que publico por semana.  Se estás a ler isto Bem-Vindo e espero voltar a ver-te!