Farm work. The big: Should I, shouldn’t I of 2016/17. As you may or may not know, the Australia working holiday visa works as follows: in order to get a second year (before the age of 31 where most countries deem you too old and senile to get a working visa), you must have completed … More Rumination Station: The Back and Forth of an Anxious Mind
I felt something shift in me last month. After six months in this place, I am falling in love with it. It all started when I left my old kill-me-now data entry job in the concrete jungle that is Melbourne’s Docklands, and started my new job with Bupa, just off of a cool, bar-packed side-street known … More Melbourne, My Love
You don’t pack up and leave your home and everything you’ve ever known behind you without learning a few things along the way. The ever-challenging and eye opening daily adventure that is “the road” is constantly equipping me with further life skills and shaping the person I am. I am a more confident and less … More Things Travel Has Taught Me
Do you ever look at people when you find out their age and wonder, how can I possibly be the same age as you? Most 30 year olds that I know are climbing that famous metaphorical ladder towards their chosen career, halfway to buying a house or creating their nuclear family and maybe halfway down … More Happy Birthday To Me
So, as I’m sure you are aware, 2016 was a bad year with regards to many things: celebrity death on a level that seems like the year was cursed, controversial political debacles, violence, war, poverty and natural disasters…. but for me, on a personal level, this year has probably been one of the best in … More 2016, You Beauty!
After a full month in Australia, I am still suffering with my Asia hangover. I miss it. At first, I loved Asia…… fastforward a few months and I grew ready to leave; the lack of sanitation, the language barrier, constantly getting ripped off, constantly having the same boring travel talk… I was homesick for my … More Where’s the Aspirin? I’ve an Asia Hangover
I arrived home from work this evening to find my brand new passport waiting for me. My ticket to adventure. My advance to go, collect £200 card. Freedom. I can’t wait for its crisp, new pages to be brimming with stamps; bent and broken-spined, like a well-loved book, my head swimming with the memories and the exhilaration … More The World is My Oyster