Here’s my “Please read me, I swear I’m interesting” intro post (REPOST: New account)

And after not that much debating, here I am, introducing myself to the unique and valuable community that is Steemit.

Hi, my name is Carla and I am somewhat of a nomad. I was born in Argentina, then moved to Italy, then to the Netherlands, then to the UK, then to France, then to Switzerland, then to Vietnam, then to Australia, then to Bali, and now that I’m out of there, I have no idea where I’m gonna set camp for a while next.

In “basic” and “clichè” terms, I guess you could say I’m a “citizen of the world”. And that’s just how I feel, but that’s a story for another day.

Going backpacking on my own around Southeast Asia a few years ago was the best thing I’ve ever done, yet maybe the worst — nobody died, you’ll see what I mean.

It was the best, because I’ve come to learn things I probably would have never learned if I had stayed put. Cultures, traditions, religions, history, languages, tolerance, compassion… the knowledge I’ve been acquiring throughout all these years is invaluable and something that I try to pass on to others in any way that I can.

That’s not to say I’m that one person at a party that has to have the stage and tell everyone about her journey through self-discovery, how meditating with monkeys in the jungle helped her realise life was not just about making money, and she’s now able to scratch her back with her toes from how flexible she got thanks to yoga.

That’s not me. In fact, you’re more likely to find me in the corner talking to someone who’s sharing more than they probably should with me, right after I tell them that I studied psychology. “Oh, so you can read people? What am I thinking right now? And what do you think I should do about my situation with my cousin’s best friend?”. Does some school around the world teach that? Because my school surely didn’t prepare me to guess what other people were thinking and to diagnose individuals by just looking at them once. Maybe I went to the wrong school…

Those who know me say I’m a very patient listener, which is funny because I’ve always thought patience is a virtue I’m mildly allergic to. However, my love for sudoku and photography tell me otherwise.
I enjoy talking to people and helping them anyway I can. I’m too curious and too much of an empath to let someone near me mull over their problems on their own. Who doesn’t need a good set of ears and a shoulder to cry on once in a while?

…and just like that, I got sidetracked. This happens frequently; I talk a lot.

Embarking in a solo adventure on the other side of the world was also one of the worst things for me — it sounds tragic, but believe me, it’s not; just trying to make a point here.

You see, I hate routine and I like everything. What’s the outcome of that equation? Traveling. Traveling doesn’t involve doing the same thing every day and it gives you the freedom to try anything you want, whenever you want. So my “issue” is that, now that I’ve traveled a fair bit, I can’t seem to spend too much time in one place, because I start getting restless and anxious at the mere thought that I might never have enough time to see everything corner of the planet.

Some may say that’s silly, some may say “I’m with you, girl!”. Anybody else out there with me?

Anyway, this introduction is getting too long. Are you still reading this? I hope you are.

Here’s why I decided to join Steemit: first of all, the idea of exploring a new social media network is exciting (my FB feed is basically the Youtube of cats), but what’s even better is that it evolves around the fascinating topic that is cryptocurrencies. I’m no expert, but I have a wallet: can I give my own opinion about Bitcoin being a bubble (or not) now?

Second of all, as I’ve mentioned, I love photography and I’ve been doing it for a few years. I’ve been published on magazines and websites a number of times (I even got interviewed for a UK magazine!), yet I still haven’t been scouted as an Instagram influencer and paid to travel the world, take some shots and charge thousands of dollars per post. I’ve been told to share my face more in pictures, which I’m guessing is code for “show your butt”. As you can see, there are hardly any butt cheeks in my IG feed. Maybe I should do it. Maybe that will make me rich and famous one day… who knows.

So, if you stick around, you’ll get to see pictures of mountains, beaches, baby monkeys and tiny people. I may even share a few anecdotes with you. Until then, I’ll leave you alone.

Carla