1 year

One year ago I was on my way back to Burlington, Vermont. I had spent New Year’s Eve with my family and when the clocked ticked 12 times on January 1, 2007 I made my wish. New Year’s wishes are supposed to be kept a secret, otherwise they don’t come true. But my wish did come true so I guess I can make it public now. As I sipped my champagne I thought of what I wanted. Easy, a hot guy as my new room mate! But after a second I thought: Look, let’s be reasonable here, no way they’re gonna put a guy in the same room as you. And in the unlikely case they did, yeah, you’d have a chance of hooking up with him but you’d also fight like crazy. So, I took another, bigger sip of champagne and wished with all my heart that I’d get a nice roomie, one with a sense of humour, a taste for parties and an ID that said she was over 21. Fast forward onto January 14, 2007. I was in a cab heading towards Burlington (affectionately known as B-town, no. 4 beer capital of the world and home of Ben& Jerry’s ice cream). I was tired, jet lagged, high on like 12 espressos I had in Milan, a bit drunk from the wine I shared with an old friend I had met by chance on the Italian airport and most of all worried. How will I feel with half of my friends now gone? Will some bitches make me uncomfortable? Will I feel all lonely? (cue to Bobby Vinton’s song , hehe) Will my new room mate be all right? As I entered B building with the gloomiest look ever on my face I heard Yumi shout: Anca chan! You’re back! She dragged me to the commons room where some people were having a party. The food smelled so good and the music sounded fun. Then, a girl with a huge smile came over to me and said at a really fast pace: Hello! I’m Paulina! I’m from Chile!..And I’m your new room mate! 15 hours of flight and seven more of waiting around on airports had made me pretty trashed. I mumbled something like: Hey, nice to meet ya! and crawled upstairs. But on the inside I was really happy. Somehow, part of my soul knew that on that day I had just met for the first time my Chilean sister, Paulina. The rest is, as they say, history!

3 years old

It’s official, today I turn 3 years old! Actually, i turn 23  but I remember thinking when I was a teenager than 23 is such a grand old age  and anyway, i want to shy away from the “responsible” life of a “grown up” as long as I can. So, for convention’s sake let’s all agree for a moment here I’m not getting any older. I hope I’ll have a good birthday though I’ll be working and trying to skip school. Everybody decided to give me money instead of presents so even though I’m not buying my dream present(- a plane ticket to Chile), I might try and grab the perfect pair of black boots and a nice dress. And for those who thinks presents are material things- at 12:02 I received the best present- a phone call from my hermana chilena Pauly. La quiero muchissimo!Espero verla pronto!

And here’s proof of my age(for real now, I can’t believe this pics are 20 years old. omg!)