Moving back home

      So because I'm moving back home, and it's spring now in Brazil with summer coming soon, I decided to start a new routine of exercises and diet. Not only because of that, I'm also a little unhappy with my figure, and even though I'm at a "normal" weight, I feel it wouldn't hurt to lose a few pounds and gain a little self-esteem. For those who know me, I'm always unhappy with the way I look, always complaining about something, feeling fat, and ugly and whatnot. And the worst of it is, I hate being so cliche, but it's part of my personality I guess. I do watch what I eat, most of the time, and I try to exercise (I go to the gym at least once a week, I know, sad...) even though I hate it. But sometimes you come to a point where you either do something about it, or stop the bitching! I decided to do something, since I've always wanted to look fit, and not feel embarrassed to wear a bikini, especially when I LOVE the beach. It's my favorite...

      First I need to apologize for not posting my first blog on the 10th, which is exactly 30 days from my trip, I had everything nice and typed, but never got a chance to do it. And it would totally mess up the whole story if I had changed it to post it correctly. So, I'm sorry...        But that explains the reason behind the post for today. How time is going by so fast and I'm finding less and less of it to get done everything I need to. Starting with my job. I do have a job, by the way, and right now I am completing my 30 days notice. I still have to finish some tasks before my last day, which will be on the 29th of this month, and here I am, writing this post.        Moving is not an easy thing to do, even if you're going from one street to the next, let alone going to another country. There are things that need to be taken care of, like cancellation of credit cards, closing bank accounts, cance...

       Today starts the count down for my new life. In a month I'll be going back , moving back in fact, to my hometown in Brazil, to my parents house, to make matters worse! No, that's an exaggeration, since I'm going on my own will and I actually am looking forward to this.        But before I go on about my last days on Uncle Sam soil (that kind of sound eerie), I should say, the last days anticipating my moving, let me tell you a little bit about my life here, and my decision to go back.        In 2001, I was 19 years old, at the prime of my party years, living in my hometown in Brazil, called Vila Velha in the state of Espirito Santo (a little state right above Rio, for those that don't have a clue, and you can always Google map it, or not). Anyways, I had this mediocre job as administrative assistant/secretary/do-it-all, in this small office. The hours weren't so bad, I only worked 6 hours a da...