Follow my blog with Bloglovin Home is not bricks and motar. It doesn’t have a driveway, a garden or a letterbox. It’s not where I went to school; nor where I work. Home is not in England but home is also not in Australia. Home, is family. It’s mum, it’s dad, it’s my sister and […]Read More What home is to me?
In 2012 I finally graduated from University. It took years longer than it should have, a change in degree and way too many failed attempts at Introduction to Quantitative Analysis before I realised this whole time I had been doing the wrong thing. You see, rather than choosing to submerse myself in European history, Spanish […]Read More The juggle struggle.