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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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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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Be Your Own Valentine This Valentine’s Day

Oh Valentine’s Day, that ol’ day. The day of flowers, grand declarations of love, chocolates and feeling appreciated. Or if you’re me a few years ago, a day of tense conversations and a lack of chocolate. That’s right readers, I’ve never really had the best Valentine’s day, even when I was in a relationship, which…






