So, by some extraordinary means you’ve found yourself here on my page. I’m delighted to have you pop by! I’ll admit, prior to yesterday I didn’t even expect to be sitting here writing – but here I am. Essentially count yourself exclusively invited into my world… it’s a lil kooky, and at
times always hectic – but if that means I get to offload to you then I’ll be winning/and you will most likely be laughing.
I wouldn’t say I am any different to your average twenty-three year old. Still don’t know where/what I’m doing in life; though still have pretty high expectations… retire by 30, have at least three dogs, be well traveled, own multiple houses in each country I desire… y’know, that kind of thing. Only issue is I have a pretty limited number of years to make that happen, and am also the most indecisive (and at times) *ahem* slightly stubborn… I reckon it’s pretty important to aim high though, right? Like, as long as I have pretty bloody magnificent dreams it will give me the will to live; continue busting my ass working in a dull, crummy nine-to-five job. Life’s short enough as it is, and all that jazz… you know how it goes.
Best I give you a bit more of a run down about who I am and how I’ve wound up here. I’ll keep it short n sweet. Born in Brisbane, Australia (for those of you who know it you’ll know we are a lesser cool city compared to Melb and Syd)…(those of you who don’t know – it’s basically a lesser cool city compared to Melb and Syd). I went to/finished school *miracle*, attempted uni (got bored/dropped out) and moved to London at the end of 2014! Wasn’t lying when I said I’d keep it short.
You’re probably thinking one of two things (depending on where you’re from): ‘Why would you leave Oz to move to the most dreary/rainy country, with minimal sun and bad beaches?’ – aka everyone who ISN’T from Brisbane. Then the rest of you: ‘Why the hell would you return?’
Now that you’ve been given a brief outline of my life *surely it doesn’t get much more exciting than that*, buckle yaself in because I’m just about to get started, biatches.