The land of rainbows and unicorns

To me, the time on the verge of February and March marks the time of change. It’s the time when winter finally gives up and one can smell spring approaching. The days become longer, the new energy settles in and I finally feel like I can do things: go out, explore, move, make some new plans, change. It also marks four years since I first moved to Scotland and three years since I’ve started settling in. What a journey that’s been!

The art of staying single

I was over 25yo when I  first moved abroad. On my fifth day of work in a coffee shop, a half-Spanish half-African colleague joined me for a lunch and started asking very straightforward, personal questions. When she learnt that I’m single, I’ve never been in serious relationship, I’m not looking for one and I do not fancy any boy at the moment, she quite bluntly suggested that I may be a lesbian. A bit harsh for London standards, now that I think about it. Anyway, I didn’t even bother to correct her – it was clear we’re not going to get along.

These days, thank fudge, staying single (especially in your 20s) is no longer shocking. Sometimes it may be still frowned upon a little bit, but for the most part it’s a relatively popular life-choice. Of which I’m a massive supporter. Possibly because I’ve stayed happily (and for the most part consciously) single for over 29 years of my life.

And I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.