Monday, February 29, 2016

Everything Is Better at Home

Life in New York can be absolutely insane. And I love it that way. However, there are times when one simply craves the peace and quiet of normal, suburban life. For those times, I have a place I go to – my parents’ house, my home. It is a wonderful feeling knowing that you have a place where you are always welcomed, a place where you can come to relax, recharge and let go of the crazy city lifestyle for a couple of days.

Is it just me or does everything at your parents’ house just seem better? I made a home for myself in New York, I have everything I need here, yet somehow when I go to visit my parents, everything just seems more special. There is nothing like the things your mom does and has, as everything just seems like it was put together with extra love and care. Everything looks better, tastes better, smells better. And it is those feelings that I often crave living away from home.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Ocean City in the Winter

This time when I was visiting my parents, I took at extra day-off on Monday, because Sunday night was the night of the Oscars. Since we had an extra day, we decided not to waste it and to do something we would not typically be able to do - go to the beach. It was still quite cold outside, but the idea of spending a couple of hours by the ocean still sounded like the best idea. So we slept in on Sunday, had a quick breakfast at home, and then headed out on our adventure. 

Ocean City, NJ is only a little over an hour away from where my parents live; therefore, the trip was pretty quick and relaxed. We got to Ocean City around noon; the weather was sunny but very windy, and still it was wonderful to be by the water, breathing in the salty air, looking at the ocean waves, opening our faces to the winter sun. We were there for only a couple of hours, but even that was enough to refresh, boost out energy and come back happier people.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Like the Good Old Times

This weekend when I was visiting my mom and stepdad, I got a chance to have a ‘photo shoot’ like in the good old times, when I was living with them. Back in those days, I kept thinking how the location outside of their house was too boring and the photos were not coming out that well.

Now I live in New York, the city seemingly full of picturesque venues for taking photographs. Surprisingly though, the pictures I take here turn out to be worse. It's hard to find someone to take pictures of you in those picturesque venues; therefore, my pictures here are usually taken in my apartment or from the bathroom of my work office (yep, that’s where those are from). Due to that fact, all of a sudden the location by my parents’ house does not seem that bad anymore. In fact, there is something about it that brings up beautiful memories of the times when I was so passionate about running my blog.

As with all the other things in life, I go through ups and downs with my writing. A few times I tried to quit my blog entirely, just because “my photos were horrible” or “no one read it, so why bother.” But one day, I started looking through my older posts, and I realized that all those “horrible” photos do not seem that bad a few months or even a couple of years later. I was enjoying seeing how I looked and what I wore back in those times, and it did not matter whether the picture was taken at a beautiful venue or inside my poorly-lit apartment. I also realized that it does not matter if anyone reads my blog. I write it for myself; this is my diary, my collection of thoughts and opinions, and it is this realization that keeps me going.

Thursday, February 25, 2016


Just an outfit I wore to work - bright orange top, black pants and black blazer:

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Taking Risks

Are you a risk-taker? Are you a type of person who jumps headfirst into the next available opportunity or do you take time reasoning about your choices? I have always considered myself a rational thinker, I like weighing my facts, I like considering both sides of the story, and I like having facts to support my decision. Don't get me wrong - I have made some impulsive decisions; however, even those 'impulsive' decisions are typically backed up by a good collection of facts and goals. 

I know we are all prone to questioning every decision, thinking and re-thinking what the 'right' path may be in any given situation. My advise would be - take risks. Don't always opt out for the safe option, as this will only leave you with more questions, regrets and what-ifs. Don't be afraid to make mistakes or to end up disappointed with your choice, as any undesirable outcome will only serve you good, helping you eliminate the things you don't like/need in your life. Think about it, how else would you know what those undesirable things are if not by taking your chances?

Monday, February 22, 2016


This shirt pretty much says it all. Let creativity into your life, as it is the best way to express yourself and to enjoy your journey. Do things that make you happy, try different hobbies, explore your opportunities. Don't be discouraged by "not being the best" at something. Remember that at the end of the day you only have yourself to please and impress, no one else. 

Saturday, February 20, 2016


I think all human beings can be divided into two categories: first, people who are always sorry, and second, people who don’t give a sh*t. The first category seems to always be apologetic for their existence, the second category does not see anything wrong with anything they do. And you know what? Good for them, that second category. I admire people’s ability to ignore all criticism and live to their own happiness. Of course, I’m not talking about being mean to others and doing whatever it takes to get what you want; I’m talking about a simple ability to turn off your sensitivity to other people’s criticism and enjoy your life to the fullest.

I definitely belong to the first, apologetic category of people, but I'm getting tired of apologizing for everything I do. Especially that usually what I do is nothing bad. People do some really crazy things and they're not sorry. Why do I have to feel bad about every single step I take?! I can still be honest and thankful without feeling bad for my actions. I know I always mean well and if I slip it's never intentional, so why apologize for something I can't control?

The worst thing is that typically it's all in my head. In general, people don’t care about other people. We think that everyone notices, remembers and judges us based on everything we do/say, where in fact, unless we do/say something really stupid or controversial, no one really cares. If you think about it, everyone is quite self-centered, as we all think that other people care so much about our actions and our choices. Given this fact, what matters most is how we feel saying or doing certain things. If something makes you happy – do it, and do it without looking back or thinking what others may think about you.