Since I arrived in Doha, I started feeling as a princess.

Maybe it’s because I’m so lucky to do the job of my dream.

Maybe it’s because finally we are two hearts under the same roof, with no more miles between us.

Maybe it’s because most of the nightlife entertainments are inside fabulous hotels. And most of the restaurants are super chic (which not means I particularly appreciate this fact sometimes I miss trash or easy-going places!).

Maybe it’s because I often have the option of wearing incredible dresses. Very often I would say!

Maybe I’m feeling as a princess just because I’m happy. And the glam of the city and all those fabulous gowns don’t care.

Yes, it’s certainly for this.

Happiness makes a woman feel as the best princess in the world! Don’t you think?

Ps: I’m very happy that all of you like reading my story about Doha. This is certainly a great experience for me. But at the same time, please pay attention when you read these posts. I’m afraid that you can have a wrong idea of the City. Doha is not the city where everything that you touch becomes gold. There is poverty. There are people who live in dire conditions. Sometimes inhumane.

There is definitely more chance to work than in other parts of the world. The salaries are higher, but also the cost of life is much more expensive.

Jobs are not only for roles as Manager. Many jobs require a big effort in exchange of nothing.