The way people engage conversation with me sometimes makes me feel like I am supposed to be some sort of mind reader, which has a tendency to annoy me. I even joke about carrying a crystal ball during my working hours, so when someone ask me something while mumbling so little information, I would consult my crystal ball and see if I can come up with some sort of deductions, or full answers. At home I am a full time wife, and during my spare time I am just dedicating myself to be a full time student. These are my successive roles, often in the same day. They express how everybody see me, what is expected from me, but they are only a few of my thousand facets. I love great music, fine cuisine, and spending quality time with my friends and family. I do not feel comfortable in receptions, loneliness and peacefulness suits me very well. My tastes, my emotions, my preferences constantly guide my choices. My desires live within me and accompany me all the time, but they are not enough to define me. I came to the United States to attend college, in hope for a better future. I already knew the American Dream does not exist, at least not in my head. This is not the purpose of
The way people engage conversation with me sometimes makes me feel like I am supposed to be some sort of mind reader, which has a tendency to annoy me. I even joke about carrying a crystal ball during my working hours, so when someone ask me something while mumbling so little information, I would consult my crystal ball and see if I can come up with some sort of deductions, or full answers. At home I am a full time wife, and during my spare time I am just dedicating myself to be a full time student. These are my successive roles, often in the same day. They express how everybody see me, what is expected from me, but they are only a few of my thousand facets. I love great music, fine cuisine, and spending quality time with my friends and family. I do not feel comfortable in receptions, loneliness and peacefulness suits me very well. My tastes, my emotions, my preferences constantly guide my choices. My desires live within me and accompany me all the time, but they are not enough to define me. I came to the United States to attend college, in hope for a better future. I already knew the American Dream does not exist, at least not in my head. This is not the purpose of