A veteran binge-watcher: I can devour an entire season in a weekend – that’s not a feat, it’s a work schedule. I cry at dramas, laugh at comedies, and come up with thriller theories – none of which have ever been correct, but I never give up. My pillow is the silent witness to all season finales

So there you have it – a girl who can spike a ball, cry over a series, paint a canvas to the brim, and feed a crowd, all in one day (provided the coffee never runs out). Perfect balance? Not really. But boring? Never. And that’s what counts

Volleyball - my first love (and my first bruise on the knee). I don’t play like a pro, but my serves make opponents respect themselves – if only because they have to jump higher than they thought possible. The main rule: don’t count the failed receptions, only the points scored!

Cooking is a culinary adventure for me, where the recipe is just a suggestion and “a pinch” is the real star. Sometimes it turns into a masterpiece, sometimes into a good excuse to order pizza – but on average, my dishes disappear faster than I can snap a photo for Instagram