I have been an extremely neglectful blog owner, I know.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s continue. I’m going back to Melbourne, officially. I’ve already experienced the excitement of it offline, of getting my visa finally, of booking my flights, of booking my air bnb and telling everyone I should tell, that I’m off, for good this time. I’ll be back to London, of course, because I’m always back.
Continue reading “Title pending”
Birthdays tend to kick up dirt, don’t they? At least they do for me. I end up tripping over anxieties I thought I had successfully buried in the previous 364 days of the year, but that one day has the power to undo all my hard work.
Continue reading “33 Things”
I’m writing this on a Monday at 11.58am because this seems as good a time as any to request questions from you about your mental health, relationships, or just being a human in this trashy world. Plus, many people for various reasons hate Mondays, so why not take this opportunity to rant, to vent, to cry out “Why universe why?!” in the form of an email, to me, so that I can attempt to answer it in a coherent and hopefully helpful way?
Continue reading “Monday madness or something less alarming”
I am in limbo. Stuck between the ‘here’ that I have to be, and the ‘there’ that I want to be. But it’s not enough to simply say “I don’t want to be here”. It’s more complicated than that. And a lot more painful.
Continue reading “Floating”
Wooh this week we’re celebrating the wonderful art of making friends in a new country!
Be warned: This is not as easy as it sounds! Abi AK recounts getting out of a weird stalker situation, Maame B leans hard on translating social media connections into real-life friendships, and there’s some Love Island chatter because you know we like to stay current!
Image credit: friends by Lluisa Iborra from the Noun Project
One of the best and worst things about moving away from a place you’ve lived for most of your life, is perspective. You get to see the bigger picture; how you fit in here and what you did there and with whom etc. And you get a birds eye view of all the relationships you held dear in that place that you considered home.
Continue reading “Coming back to people”
There is something curious about living in a place that you didn’t grow up in. You have to learn the nuances of people’s behaviour, the political attitudes of this new place, what their version of fun is.
Continue reading “Unfamiliar faces”