Mum- a secret superhero?!

Definitely I thought my mum was a superhero. My mum knew it all. Where my favourite toy was hidden and where I put my coloring books, my mum found it all. Surprisingly it all appeared when I was good and did what was asked to do. Wow, magic! How did she do it? 🤔 I would break my toy and my mum magically fixed it. I would fall off a bike while dropping my knees down as I believed I’m a MotoGP racer Max Biaggi, but my mum washed my super-racing knees and sprayed it with something that made my knees white. Wow, my mum fixed me! Of course I was told off but in the same sentence I would hear “Where’s my daughter gone, it’s like I’m having a son..”. Yap, we can hear that mumble. But that’s the thing, my mum was a nurse, full time story teller, full time chef, a host for all my birthday parties, an athlete, full time toy finder, full time inspector, full time teacher, full time therapist, part time screamer and part time solder. If that isn’t a superhero, I don’t know what it is.

She had a superpower of knowing when I was up to something. I would hear the roar from another side of the flat “Mia, I know what you’re doing”. I still remember hpw I dropped everything and looked around, I could swear she’s a spy. That was way before the cameras and mobile phones. It’s not hard to control your kids nowadays, but back in the day.. My goodness, I was shi*tting my tiny pants.

When I was 5 I got my first hamster, that was probably a distraction from my rottweiler passing away, and boy I loved that hamster. One day, I decided he needs a bath. 5 year old + hamster + bath in a tiny bucket = disaster. Wrong! My mum sneaked up from behind, stood right behind me and said “what are you doing Mia?”. I was just about to wrap my hamster with cotton to dry him off. And said proudly “I gave Piki a bath” and stretched my arms up towards her. She had no idea what to do, she wanted to tell me off but Piki was alive and looked fine. She wasn’t sure whether to tell me off or praise the fact I did not murder the poor little thing.

When I got older, I was grounded every now and then. Well, maybe a bit more often than that. So my first punishment was no TV. Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment today but 20 years ago, that was your life. We didn’t know Internet or smartphones, PlayStation was a playing area where you played with your 100 marbles and driving a toy car while making tractor noises. So she would hid a remote but forgot that old-school button for on and off on TV, along with plus and minus buttons for changing channels. “Ha! I win, I win!” I was cheering while skipping programmes. But mum supermum came home, put her hand on the back of the TV and said “why is it warm?”. Oh damn it… So I was grounded for a additional week.

If your mum is a supermum with superpowers, give her a high five! Especially old-school mum, you rock!

Don’t worry, the secrets have been revealed but are safe with me 😉😎


Never have I ever..

… thought Life will not make things easy. Obviously we grow up and are hit in our faces with reality. If you’re in your early 30’s or older, you know there were times when getting a job was not a rocket science and money was decent. Ever since the market crashed I think many of us have been struggling and trying to make a life decisions based on what we’ve been taught and what we’ve experienced, sometimes even what we’ve been forced into from our parents. 
To be fair, we haven’t experienced much. Once you leave high school or college, you think the world is in your hands like a small bouncy ball. The problem with bouncy ball is, it can hit you right back, give you a good old reality check. I don’t think England or Germany were ever struggling as bad as other countries, as Slovenia still is and many, many others. And in all fairness, you want to experience life, see the world, try exciting things, when you’re still young. Careless. Free. I’m not trying to say you cannot enjoy all those things when you’re older but do we really go back? With work responsibilities, mortgage, kids, car financing, your beloved furry family members. It is hard. If you’re not making some decent money, it is hard. And then you dwell. 

And then we end up in a dead end job, your boss is a prick and you could definitely do his job a lot better. Or you’re lucky and have a brilliant boss but that’s all, he’s brilliant and you’re still somewhere you thought it was temporary or it just takes a bit more time to progress. We all read all these amazing stories how people became successful and how fulfilled they are, yet again I question their happiness. 

Would you sacrifice your success or would you rather sacrifice your happiness? Not always these two things go hand in hand. 

While I’m sitting on a train from Bristol, it is peaceful, no kids on the train, just adults. Working Adults and maybe few who are already in retirement. You can feel the energy is low, some are still working, some are stressed and some are just blunt. I wonder how many of them will go to a pub whem they get off the train. How many will be rushing home to their loved ones. How many are lonely and how many are struggling with health problems or family issues. How bad does your life have to be before you allow yourself to forgive and forget, to move on. When you realise you’ve wasted the best years of your life mocking around, or wasted all that money for things that are just material things and have no real value. Never, and I mean never, say you’ve waisted years in a failed relationship or a job that was just that, a job. We don’t always have a support we want or need, but to do what YOU THINK OR KNOW is best for you, go for it. Well, unless it’s really unreasonable, like counting clouds or chasing pigeons. But then again, why not? You only live once!

Nowhere is a place called home

If you’re in your 30’s I bet you have moved at least once. In the last 3 years, I have moved 4 times. Last weekend was my 5th time. And oh my God how stressful it is. 
Moving in UK is fairly easy if you know people, you know- if you know a guy who knows a guy, and you need money. Private landlords are hard to find and the prettier the house is, less you’re aloud to do.  

And if you have money and go with a real estate agency, that is where they rip you right off. 

I’ll give you an average what you’re being charged for. And that’s not even in London.

£150 per applicant (kind of application fee)

£80 credit check per applicant

Month and a half deposit

Month’s rent 

And if you are declined for whatever reason they keep £460 and you can say bye bye to money. How can that be legal? I’m definitely in the wrong profession. 
So we have moved to UK nearly 2 years ago and it’s been a nightmare. I’m not trashing the country that is not my own but oh my goodness, this is surreal. Landlords won’t allow you having pets or kids (how does that make any sense?), usually there is no parking, you’re not aloud to smoke. At the property we’re moving into last weekend actually, we’re not even aloud to smoke outside in the garden! But it’s cheap. The landlord is really nice and awkward, and they have a cat which we were super happy about and were under the impression we’ll be aloud to have a pet of our own. 

So the conversation went something like this..
“So Mark, we would like to get a pet, a dog or a cat.”

Mark: “Sorry Mia, but that would have be a no”. My boyfriend started laughing as he thought it’s a joke. 

Me: “you’re kidding, right?”

Mark: “No, I’m not I’m afraid. But we do have a cat” 

My boyfriends face changed and got all serious:”but you are kidding” 

Mark just nodded no.

Me:”Mark, you have a cat, not us. It’s not like we have a shared custody” 
But yes, it is a no. I don’t understand why. Do they not realise that people make more damage to the property than pets? Or kids? How is it in other countries? I would really like to know so I could compare narrow minded people. 

Saturday Morning; from Happy to Snappy

It’s Saturday morning and I and my boyfriend were watching Netflix (as we’re migrants in UK and haven’t really got a break yet and Netflix we can actually afford). Hah, almost true!
Back to my Saturday morning (maybe someone will relate), I’m so optimistic today, maybe slightly proud, I figured out life, had the best coffee in the world, and my boyfriend hasn’t woken up grumpy and cranky, and he’s so quiet that is creepy.
Let’s see what Trending now has to say: motivational speaker Madanes (or something similar). “Uuu uuu let’s watch this, hunny”, all excited and impatient. My boyfriend actually agrees with me. Shock! Yaay, let’s start!
So the show starts, everyone’s happy and motivated, maybe expecting some kind of epiphany and hoping to stand out so they could have an 1 on 1 with their beloved Life coach/ motivational speaker. Okay, I can get that. Hmm, good marketing! Half an hour later, damn he’s so right! Boyfriend gives me a look saying what the #f and I get all defensive and hurt as he just ruined my happy moment, he burst my bubble… Not cool, dude. AND than he says, “fair enough, he does help. But look how many people are there. Hundreds.  And this boot camp is on for what, 5 days!? They spend thousands of dollars for this, yet he chooses 20 or so people, who he actually speaks to or read out their issues. Even the ones he helps now, for those 5 days.. What’s going to happen when they leave the boot camp and back to reality? They might be strong for few weeks, maybe a month, but to change not only your mind you have to change your believes and surroundings. That’s where you become addicted. Money! It sure spins world around. Simples!”
And after that I cried. Yes, I effin did and was pissed off. He was right. At least at the money part. I cried out of disappointment. Well, it wasn’t really an end of the world but was still a bit bummed.
So, my happy Saturday was ruined. I don’t blame the show nor my boyfriend, I allowed to be bummed. And all that will soon change.
More to come 🙂
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My first blog

Hello you! Yes, you. Thank you for stopping by!

New beginning ~ is it all a trap?
I’ll take you on a journey filled with laughter, tears, more tears, disappointment, excitement and curiosity.
It all happened years ago when I first smelled the London air and had a good illusion of what UK can offer. Oh all the possibilities. Sky was the limit. That all began 15 years ago.
My parents are separated since I was 2. My dad went to England for a better way of life and work but kind off forgotten about his daughter and wife. Not having a father wasn’t even an issue as I had the best granddad ever.
So I haven’t seen my dad for years, and just before I turned 15 my dad asked me if I wanted to come to London for holidays. Well, yes! But not to see him, I wanted to see London! Ever since I’ve been thorned between beautiful Slovenia and exciting London. Which only made things worse.
When I was 22 I moved to London for the first time. All alone at 22 and far away from my mum. I didn’t care. I didn’t miss anyone. I was lost and confused. And I lost my granddad.
My world crumbled.
After a year I’ve moved back home. I was struggling with unemployment and no money. I was stuck, miserable the least and I’ve blamed myself for all my failures. All the dreams what I’ll do, achieve, see, disappeared with a blink of an eye.
I’ll skip the drama. Since then I’ve been back and forward probably twice. Until..
Two years ago we, my boyfriend, myself and our best friend, moved to Somerset UK and that’s where everything really opened our eyes. It’s not all bad, definitely enjoying the ride..
1st on the left- Celje, 2nd on the bottom- Piran, 3rd the majestic Lake Bled