So let me give you a cliff notes version and introduction. It's been a weird few years. Luck has not always been on my side, I do seem to attract bad luck like a magnet.
This string of bad luck all starts quite a few years back. My first crush and what I thought at the time was love, was my then best friend. Great guy. Very bad outcome. After, to put it mildly a very failed attempt at romance it took us about 2 years and a very divided group of friends to be able to interact like normal people again.
Now after that awesome situation that really took a toll on sixteen year old me's self confidence I decided to take a break from men as I had already started to feel fed up with them at that point. After a quick trip to Spain where I spent half an awesome year working, fresh out of school young and full of hope I returned home to Greece.. and fell in love with my stepbrother. Who was already in a relationship for the last couple of years. And who by the way I was living with. To be fair, he came on to me, so at least I didn't start it. But boy did I continue it. Five years later and let me tell you, it's the longest and crappiest -and I say that in the nicest possible way- failed romance in the history of mankind. We made Ross and Rachel look like idiots. And we didn't even end up together. A very complicated story that I will share in detail.
A few boring guys later and we get to my next failed romance. Yippy. Now this one was one of the worst to be honest. Seemed like a good guy at first, so I thought I'd give it a try, get over my wonderful non existent relationship with said stepbrother. Now, jealousy is something I'm used to. All my men had serious issues with trust and extreme jealousy. But this just went a bit to far and I ended up with a black eye, I kid you not. But again that's another story I will share in detail on due time.
As you will come to find out I'm not the most stable person. I move around a lot and change my mind even more. It's been 6 years now since I finished school and I'm still deciding what I want to do or where I want to live. Spain as I mentioned was my first stop. Loved it while it lasted. Although I don't think being an Au Pair was the best idea for an 18 year old, I made it through with many wonderful memories. Next stop was college. Generally school was not my favourite place to be and studying was always more like a punishment but college was awesome and I did if I may say so myself excel at it. University was the goal. Don't even ask me why. I had this concept in my head where University was a must do. Yep, that did not go as planned. I finished college with good grades. Got into a good University. I thought that was the dream. I dropped out like half way through my first year. Let me tell you when I don't like something I don't do it.
Now before I went to Uni I took a year off due to let's say technical reasons getting there. So I did what I had to. I left home and worked. It started off innocent, just a nightclub. It was after a few years when I went back to that job that I truly realised how it works. And so it started. I worked nights in a bar for a few months before I left for Uni and then for another year when I returned to Greece after dropping out. With most of my family in the UK I was more or less free to do what I wanted even more so than usual. All my friends were there and despite the fact that jobs and money where scarce in that country I was adamant and there was nothing anyone could say. So off I went. As it goes I needed money to live, so I went back to what I knew. Working nights. I put on my high heels, fancy clothes and make up and there I was again. Now that part of my life has made for some very interesting stories.
The ways life has found to connect all these places people and stories has left me dumbfounded again and again. There are a ton of stories to be told. Heartbreaks and pain, laughter and smiles, tears of happiness and sadness. Friends I gained for life. Moments I never want to forget and moments I may never forget no matter how much I try. The scars are deep, some of them more than just emotional to remind me of it all. But it's my life, the choices I made that led me to be who I am today and where I'll be tomorrow.
I will be telling you all about those stories in detail, there is a lot that deserves to be heard. And I'm here to write all about them.
