BREXIT.

Well that happened. 

As a Bulgarian – I got the right to free-movement working (without a visa) in January 2014. It’s been a great 2 and a half years of EU mobility for the United Kingdom, but I guess their fears have overcome their compassion. And this demonstrated the power of propaganda and proper advertising for political campaigns. And a catchy name #brexit

I may never understand what my parents experienced in their 20s when the Soviet Union fell and Bulgaria moved away from socialism to democracy (Hyperinflation, government corruption, and massive immigration changes). But I think this is starting to come close as I begin to experience to consequences of globalisation and the personal fears of living with political instability. I am disappointed, disturbed, and disillusioned by this ‘Leave’ vote.

In the last 5 years of living in the UK, I’ve experienced not only a 200% increase in student fees, but also massive changes to the EU regulations of free movement affecting immigrants in this country.

On the bright side, I’ve also seen London host the Olympic games, the Parliament legalise same sex marriage in England, the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II, and the birth of two royal children. And I benefit from European initiatives such as ERASMUS. It’s been an amazing journey in this country (and I’m finally beginning to feel culturally assimilated), but we shall see where my story continues from here and how this Brexit vote affects London’s future.

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“All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast” – John Gunther

I’m obsessed with Pinterest… planning the ambiance of my future apartment became so much easier.

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I’m a Professional Now. Take my Card.

I'm a Professional Now. Take my Card.

Yesterday, I went to pick up my self-designed business cards. They match my resume! Click on the picture to see my super and a-bit-ridiculously-long CV.

One New Year’s Resolution already checked off! Only 13 more to go. To see the full list scroll down to previous posts in my blog. Oh… and Happy Sunday to you dear reader!

45 Pounds of Hair Loss.

Today, I got a haircut. Seems simple enough. I Googled salons in London and found what I believed was the cheapest…. And yes, the cheapest was 45 Pounds for a cut and style. Granted I am in central London and I didn’t look for any available Groupons and deals, but I’d still like to share my overall experience.

Some background information is necessary first. Before today, I have never spent more than 20 Dollars on a haircut. That’s about 12 Pounds. And when I get my haircut at my grandmother’s hairdresser in Bulgaria, it costs 8 Levs… which is just over 3 Pounds. Thus, I’ve always avoided paying a lot of money for a haircut. I respect the profession and the hairstylists; I’ve just never been in the loop of stylist number 1, head stylist, top consultant, Brazilian blowouts, and highlight colouring. But this London Hair Salon experience was so much more than a haircut… it was luxury and marketing at it’s finest.

The Salon was very chic with white, brown, and light blue as it’s modern colour palette in Covent Garden. I walked in and quickly recited my name and appointment time, as if to prove that I belonged. A Nice Lady asked to take my coat, scarf and purse. The Londoner in me immediately thought about whether or not it was safe to hand over my bag. I hesitated for a moment and passed over my accessories… standing bare in the entryway. Then, the Nice Lady asked, “Can I make you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” My though: “Am I allowed to do that?” My response: “Uh, no thank you.”

Next I was escorted to a chair where my stylist introduced herself and together, we discussed what ‘look’ I was going for. When we reached an agreement, I was escorted downstairs for shampoo and washing. Apparently, it was crucial that my hair be washed in the salon with their products… never mind that I had washed it one hour before to avoid extra costs. I sat down as the chair reclined and I placed my head into the sink. Next thing I know: the seat has transformed into a massage chair, my stylist is kneading my scalp and asking again if I want coffee. This time, my hesitation results in a “umm…yes, black simple coffee please.” The stylist turns to the Nice Lady and says “A black Americano for my lady please.” I was now “her lady.”

By the time we where done downstairs and I was escorted upstairs with my freshly washed hair, the Americano was waiting for me at our station. In the classiest manner I could pull off, I took out my gum and took a sip. The stylist then started cutting my hair; the moment had finally arrived! In the time it took her to add some layers and a little fringe to my brown mop, she politely asked me 9 times – and yes I counted – if she was pulling my scalp too much. Every time, I repeated, “no no” and smiled. I was probably doing something wrong because I kept adjusting my head to try and make it easier for her…

And there I sat. Getting a simple haircut. And I felt awkward, clumsy, and out of place rather than stylish and pampered. Every time my white coffee cup clanked on the plate, I got self-conscious. Everyone in the shop was trying his or her absolute hardest to make me feel comfortable, but the “girl who got a 3-pound Bulgarian haircut” was feeling something else. I felt spoiled. I felt like a haircut shouldn’t cost this much. I felt like I was out of touch with reality as a university student. True, that is a strong reaction to have against a haircut.

This might just be me, but if anyone else feels like this, know that you’re not alone. Getting my nails done, having my hair professionally cut, getting relaxing spa massages and trying on shoes for over 50 dollars makes me feel awkward and elitist. I can definitely afford it, but it doesn’t make me feel good. And isn’t that the point of these places? They want to pamper you and make you cappuccinos while you read Vogue. I’m not here to say that there’s anything wrong with it, but simply that it might not be for everyone. Just because something costs more, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s more enjoyable for everyone.

Yes, I’m slightly mad.

Yes, I'm slightly mad.

Yes, I am applying to work in advertising/marketing. Yes, I am a female. Yes, I want to be the big boss in the agency (A Donna Draper?). Yes, I love television, the cinema, and (basically) all types of media. Yes, I’ve seen the glamourous version of Mad Men. Yes, Yes, Yes.

Job Search… hire me?

Here are ten fun facts about me.

One, I drink way too much green tea.

Two and three, I compete in Ballroom and Latin Dance.

Four, I’ve never been to the South of France.

Five, at least 100 people have asked for my autograph

And Buster Keaton can always make me laugh.

Seven, I ran a marathon when I was thirteen.

Senior year, I was crowned the prom queen.

Nine, I use to be extremely shy

Ten, last year I went tanning in Dubai.

One of these is not really true,

I’ll tell which at the interview.