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Why does sorry seem to be the hardest word?
Have I just started a blog piece by quoting Elton John? Yes. Not only is it a great song, but it just seemed too relatable to kickstart this piece. The 1976 tune is about apologies (well duh) or lack thereof and is centred around a failing relationship and the difficulty he has in apologising in…
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What I’ve learnt about friendships the hard way
Ah friendships. A form of relationship which can bring you the highest of highs and totally destroy you when they end. In some ways, I’ve found friendships (the start, how they evolve and sadly how they dissipate) at times, affect my life more than I thought. I’ve been a social butterfly ever since I could…
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Back to blogging!
Hello to all my followers (Mum are you even there at this point?) My god it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything of substance, and my god has it been a while since I’ve written about being unable to post anything of substance. It seems that the last piece I wrote for my little…
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Turning (nearly) 30 in London VS turning (nearly) 30 travelling
Hello friends, how’s it going this bleak and bleary Monday evening? Yeah, that’s how I’m starting this post, because I don’t feel all sunshine and rainbows today. Why? Because it got dark as I was literally walking home, and I do not like to see it (or to not see it in this case, because…
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Travelling The World Vegan? No Problem!
From my many expeditions around the world, and with that a hopeless amount of food poisoning, gluten and dairy intolerances aside, I tend to stick to mainly a vegetarian diet. I find in general meat quite hard to digest, so unless I venture to Argentina – where I absolutely WILL be trying the steak –…
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A message to my Grandad from Gili T, Indonesia
Recently, I was looking through some of the writings I’d made throughout my world travels. Today I went for lunch with my Grandma, I haven’t seen her in SO long and there’s a part of me that is so sad that he can’t join. I also haven’t seen a really good sunset around here in…
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5 Things I’m Proud Of On My 28th Birthday!
Oh my god, I’m 28 years old. What. The. Entire. Heck. For someone who is a secret/not-so-secret now Peter Pan, the thought of turning 28 makes me feel genuinely ill inside. I just hate getting older – like every ayota of it.I hate the thought of having more responsibilities and I hate the thought of…
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5 Annoying Things About Travelling Solo
Recently I was speaking to a friend about the pros and cons of being single. The pros being that you can be an independent woh-man who can go everywhere without needing someone to check up on you, the negatives being that you don’t have anyone to put suncream on your back when we’re blessed with…
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I’VE MOVED OUT! The latest non-travel update
It’s 14.34 on a rainy, sunny afternoon in May. In London. That’s right, my online travel diary is becoming scarcely less about travel and slightly more about my chocolate addiction or the complexities of life as a nearly 28-year old whose half a backpack is still residing somewhere in Brisbane, having been left at the…
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It’s just you
I held myself tightly under the shower desperately trying to stop myself from shaking as the water soaked my hair and mixed with my tears. I couldn’t feel my arms. I couldn’t stop my legs trembling. I was half tempted to sit on the bath floor and yet desperately wanted to hold myself tightly; rock…
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