Time makes you bolder

Hi guys, I'm currently in Manchester and I've been away for almost 10 days, and I'm glad to say that in a few more hours- I'm finally coming home!

Ten days might not be much to some, but 10 days is a hell of a long time for someone like me who just couldn't wait to get back to see my loved ones and eat my mum's home-cooked meals. It's flights like these that remind me that there's no place like home, and no matter where you go and all the experiences you get to live, home will always be home- a safe haven you will always come running back to.

The best thing about this trip was that we got to watch Justin Timberlake live in Manchester Arena- THAT was awesome. I was just walking back to the hotel after dinner on the day that we touched down, and saw a promotion poster of the concert outside a telephone booth, and I saw the date- it was going to be held the next day! I've always wanted to go to a concert overseas so I thought, "why not?" And so we went. One of the best impromptu plans ever. We even bought matching jumpsuits from Zara that very day to dress for the occasion. Yes, we did!

And of course, the only thing in my itinerary when I got to Houston was to go to Sephora and make the most out of the VIB sale that was still ongoing. I couldn't think of a better time to go absolutely batshit crazy in Sephora than now, and that's what I did. There were so many things I've been wanting to try but stopped myself when I looked at the price tag so I made use of the opportunity this time to buy all those things I wanted- and I've gotta say, it was probably the best $500 I've spent in a long time- no regrets, nada.

All the shopping and experiences have been fun, for sure. I'd kill to do another Manchester-Houston flight anytime soon, it's my favourite flight in the world. But I miss home. I miss Luke. I miss everything back at home. I miss waking up and playing with my outdoor cat, who'd be waiting for a meal and some attention. I miss laying on my bed, without a care in the world, and the occasional laughter from my parents coming from the living room, watching their favourite shows on TV. I miss going out on dates with Luke, watching all the movies that's available in the cinema, going to our favourite spot and talk about life for hours. I miss the simple things. The boring things. Those are the things I miss most. I guess it's because I'm very much of a homebody.

Have you guys ever went online and did a personality test just to find out what kind of personality you have? Well, I did. There was a point of time I was so curious to know and I found out more about my introverted personality.

Here's the link of the first test I did if y'all are interested: https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

I wouldn't say that it would be 100% accurate, we're all so diverse that it honestly would take more than just a personality test to define just who we are, but the 16 Myers Briggs personality types would be a good gauge to help us understand ourselves better. It would be quite a reach if you're only going to classify yourself between being an 'introvert' or an 'extrovert', like most people would. There are many negative connotations that comes with being introverted which are absolutely untrue. Truth is, no one is entirely an extrovert, and no one is entirely an introvert.

My personality type is INFP. So I started doing a lot of research to study my personality type a little bit more and I find that it has helped me find acceptance on why I am the way I am. Since then, instead of being ashamed to classify myself as an introvert, I've learned that it's something I should be proud of- because that is who I am. It's okay to be who you are, because everybody comes with a set of strengths and weaknesses that sets you apart from the rest. It's honestly such an empowering feeling when you come to a point where you accept yourself, flaws and all, and diminish every insecurity you ever had about yourself. It's still a work in progress, but having learned so much about myself makes me understand just how to deal with the things that bring me down and how I can work towards getting myself back on track again.

As much as I'd want my blog to be as light-hearted as possible, sometimes I just find myself pouring so much of my heart in here, talking about things that lie really close to my heart. I'm not much of a talker, you see, so writing is the only way where you get to hear my voice. I let my deepest, most honest thoughts be translated into words because it's the best way you'll understand me as more than just a face you see on Instagram, more than just that stewardess with a picture perfect life. 

With my writing, I hope you'll see the real me- in ways you probably couldn't just by scrolling through my Instagram feed. That version of me is only surface level, it's all superficial. But here, this is me. This is my truth; who I am.

Love,