On growing old. On changes.

I still think of me as the girl who wears street clothes (half surf/beach dudette), who hasnt ever wear heels, always with her funky Skechers and doesnt even know or cares how to apply make up.

But then, out of the blue it comes to my mind that I love being dressed up for the occasion, love my heels and all my shoes (yes, I know... what a cliche) and dont leave the house without a min amount of make up (although I still struggle with it).

I dont always think about this.. about this duality of characters within myself. But sometimes it just strikes me that they both coexist.

I guess its a similar feeling to the fact that you dont feel yourself age physically, unless you compare your face in the mirror with old pictures.

I now like to think about myself as a sophisticated business woman: a mix between Donald Trump in the making (but with a bit more hair) and Carrie Bradshaw sense of style (except for all those times in which you watch the series and say "what the hell was she thinking when she wore that?!)... but I still browse around the Billabong store, just in case.

I bought a car when I moved to Dubai and thought "this one doesnt count". I am just going to be here temporarily. Its now been more than 3 years. I have now been living my own life, outside the parents nest for more than 4 years and I just realised it now!! Weird, hein?

I dont know why all of these thoughts all of the sudden. I guess it has something to do with my new house. As if it is the official landmark for something which started long time ago, but I have only got to realise it now.

This is the stage in which things happen. "When I am older I want to be this and have that". This is the moment I am older. This is now my own life.

I am not scared, not at all. I am just smiling at the weirdness of the fact that I never really thought about it that way.