What home is to me?

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 […]

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The juggle struggle.

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 […]

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It’s only hair!

Radical. It is a word I have used numerous times, mostly to express how totes cool I think something is and mostly because it irks my friends and family who think I am totes not cool. Recently it is a word that has swirled around in my mind so much so it is fair to […]

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Sitting on the sidewalk

At approximately 1:30am this morning I became embroiled in an intense war of words with myself. I am sure I am not the only one, nor will I be the last to experience that mighty sleep destroying, mental midnight drain. I was also unsure of which side won the mighty battle although I am going […]

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It’s only the beginning.

I hate my job, like, really, really HATE my job. Have you ever thought about how nice it would be to have a small car accident on the way to work? Nothing major, just a few sore muscles and a sick note for a few days? I have. As is the case with, what I […]

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