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The happiest day

This week my teacher asked us to write something about our happiest day… 120 to 180 words…

All my classmates started to say their happiest day… Graduation, Wedding, First kid, something else related with a pregnant woman… Whatever… I decided to take one of those ideas to play safe. I am not pregnant, I’m single with no kids but, at least, I got a bachelor, which is a good topic to talk about.

The problem is that I don’t think my graduation was my happiest day. I mean, I was proud of myself and watching my family and my best friend clapping at me made me happy but it wasn’t the happiest day, I insist.

I’m finding difficult to define my happiest day.

Let’s talk about relationships. I had had three relationships some moments we live were nice but not happy. In the end, we broke up. That means none of them were, in fact, happy.

Then, I thought about when my cousin told me she was pregnant. I was excited but I’m not going to write about that… It’s somebody else’s.

Happiness itself is really difficult to define. Some days you can feel in a really good mood, some moments are the best thing that ever happened to you but do they make you happy?

I don’t want to sound pessimistic because I am not. I just don’t know the meaning of that word.

I’ve asked my friends about their happiest day and most of them seemed to have a clear definition of what it was. I started to panic and then it came…

I remember when I was in Universal Studios (or Islands of Adventures, still don’t know the difference about them) with my two cousins playing in this water neighbourhood, which looks like a fire station. We played, we danced, we laugh… We enjoyed that much that it’s impossible to write about it without a smile on my face.

I think the most important moments of your life came from the simplest things. In my case, playing with them remind me my childhood and how much I enjoyed playing with water. It could be. Something simple, something meaningful, that’s how happy works, from my point of view.

What’s your happiest day?

gKbral

I am not dead. I was on Holiday

After a long month in one of the busiest city of the world, finally, I got a flat where I can stay. My name is Gab Martinsson and this is my story.

Everything started on February 2011. I was getting tired of my life. My job didn’t satisfy me, living with my parents was getting annoying for my age and my hometown was getting extremely dangerous besides my love life was a disaster. After thinking about moving somewhere in the US or in Canada, as a member of the European Union I decided to fly overseas and go to London to find my porpoise on life.

I moved with my cousin and her husband while I was finding a job and studying the local language. During my second week, I found a job opportunity at this Café, which is not the most glamorous place to work but, as we say, we have to pay the bills, haven’t we? But it took for about a month to get a full time Rota (I was working only three hours and that doesn’t work at all if we need to pay the bills in a city as expensive as this one).

In the mid-time I was trying to find a flat to share. I know that I was completely comfortable with my cousins because I was living in a gorgeous area and for free but it was way too comfortable. So I went to the Internet and my nightmare began.  Being 22 years olds, student and part-time worker is not the best résumé for someone who wants to afford a flat to share. The dodgiest ones were the ones who reply, and trust me, there was a lot and when I mean a lot is A LOT. They asked for a transfer before arranging a view via Western Union or wanted me to pay the deposit first because they were living somewhere in the UK not in London and “to make sure I was able to pay the rent” their lawyer said that’s the best way they could be sure that I could afford the rent. I might be new in town but not stupid enough to do that (sorry about the people who are reading this and have being scammed but come on, if it’s dodgy in your country is dodgy in here unless your tenant is a criminal mind made person). Then, all my visits were a waste of time, I visited for about thirty different flats and they always said “Sorry, we wanted a girl. Good luck with your search”, “I was looking for someone older. Good luck with your search“, “my brother decided to move with me. Good luck with your search”, “Something, something, something. Good luck with your search”. I got tired of too many excuses so I just decided to go to the end of the response and only pay attention to the “Good luck with your search”, after that, that was the whole idea.

After a painful month, I found this lovely place in N End Road with a Turkish guy who seems great. It’s the first time I’m moving apart and the first time I’m on my own, my own rules. Let’s see what happens in the near future. I have three months to be polite and see if I’m staying or not (He will decide if we can live together or not).

These are the reasons why I have been apart from my but I came back. Finally, I got the time and I’m well accommodated to write. I am not dead people, I was on Vacation.

See you next Monday.

gKbral