Since I was
a little girl, I have liked making crafts and drawings. My dad is good at
drawing and has inspired me for as long as I can remember. To put it in
context, I lived in my grandmother's house. When I was eight years old, my
father made drawings, plans and even a model of our future house. He is not an
architect or anything, he works in Coca-Cola. Seeing that all those things he
did on paper became reality in our house, I liked it, but not until I was in
high school that it crossed my head to study architecture.
On average
I really liked math. Besides, I was not doing badly, so I thought about
studying some engineering or medicine. But I don´t like see blood. In the third
half I chose a mathematical elective. I had a little more advanced mathematics
and physics, but I realized that it was not my thing and I put aside wanting to
study engineering.
I considered
my taste for drawing and thought about studying architecture. Although I also
really like writing novels and for a moment, I wondered whether to study
letters or something related to books. At the last moment I decided to study
architecture and looked for a good university. I stayed where I wanted even if
it meant moving away from home.
I have a
toxic relationship with this career, sometimes I love it and sometimes I hate
it. But deep down I like everything I study, and I enjoy it.
