let´s get sentimental.
when i was growing up as a kid, we didn´t have much. we weren´t poor (my dad managed to make ends meet) but we definitely couldn´t afford travelling around the world, let alone buy designer stuff.
i was happy though.
but now that i earn my own money and write this blog, so many doors have been opened for me.
i have visited countries that me and my sister only used to look up on our world maps.
i can now afford stuff that i only have dreamt about on magazines when i was a teenager.
buying a magazine was a luxury.
it feels great.
but nothing feels better than the moment your kid asks you to go with him to the toilet to poop.
OMGGG!

xx