“Hello! My name is Esteban. I am from Peru and I am 30 years old. I would like to work here because…”, this is me introducing myself to myself in front of the mirror, rehearsing for a job interview. Don’t you ever try that? It’s quite silly but in turn very fun. Continue reading “Happy 30”
I have to confess. I feel permanently challenged to post things on social media. You know. New look, new glasses, new clothes, new friends, new experiences, new trips, new phone, new laptop, new job, new whatever. Doesn’t matter. Aaall of it.
I moved out. Far, very far. But do you know what I like about that? My 10-minute walk to go to the metro station. Enough time to meditate about my life. This is the only moment of the day when I don’t want to run. Continue reading “Why run?”
Dear Human Resources,
My answer is no. I am thankful for your honesty during the interview and for being friendly enough to make me feel part of a family I do not really want to be part of and here it’s why.
I’m happy and sad. I’m energetic and tired. I’m proud and sorry. I’m alone but not lonely. I’m friendly but I want to count my friends. I complain but I’m blessed. And even though sometimes I would like to be younger, I love the wisdom growing up brings, that is experience. Continue reading “Mom, I’m doing good.”
Mi hermanita, así hablaré siempre de ti. Te he visto crecer de cerca y de lejos al mismo tiempo. He aprendido más lecciones de vida de ti de lo que he intentado enseñarte. ¡Feliz cumpleaños! Continue reading “Mi hermanita”