Birthday Gift

Turning twenty is a big thing. It is a new milestone. A new chapter of my life. Well, that's what they say. 

But what is a birthday without a birthday gift. This year, I got a gift that can not be compared to anything else. For the first time in my life I received an original designer bag. And living in Paris, there can be only one designer: Louis Vuitton. 

I worship brands. How can I not? I work in the most famous palace of Paris. The Ritz. I see girls with gucci bags, Louboutin shoes, Louis Vuitton wallets and Paule Ka dresses. I live like a kid in a candy store that has parents hovering around her forbidding her to eat one of those sweet candies. 

I see all those beautiful things, but none of them I can have. 

The jewelry, the brands and everything else, it is blinding. And it keeps you longing. It may be superficial but seeing all this richness around yourself twenty four hours a day makes you hate the fact that at the end of the month your bank account is way to close to the zero for you to be able to afford the things you would like. 

But not this time. This time for one small moment I felt like them. My dad bought me a Louis Vuitton Tate bag for close to 800€. And I love it. 

Happy Birthday to me!