The first few weeks

Being back is weird. Not least because I went from balmy warmth to freezing cold weather in a matter of days upon first arriving in the UK from Melbourne. But the weirdness is a ham-fisted way of describing how it feels to be back and not really ‘back’. In one way yes, I’m from here, I grew up in this country, in London; but the idea of a ‘home’ or a ‘base’ has always eluded me. Plus I’ve moved house more times than I can count.

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Get into the zone

Is there really such a thing as ‘The Friend Zone’, or do we all just find it hard to accept when things don’t go the way we want them to? Speaking as someone who almost willfully put herself in the position of being Friend Zoned on a number of occasions, I will happily speak up for the slightly painful comfort that it brings. But does it really exist? I’m starting to think maybe not.

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