Getting a bit philosophical
Getting a bit philosophical
Should I be panicking?
I turn 29 in a few days. This is the traditional age, according to Marian Keyes and Bridget Jones, that I should be starting to panic. Panic about sorting my life out, meeting the man of my dreams (I dream about Gouda chasing me), and having babies. Or failing that just a general existential panic […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
People keep asking me when I am going to move home
People keep asking me when I am going to move home. I don’t know if it is my advancing years (apparently at 28 I should have kids and an alcohol habit already…I have one of those things), that I have been in London past the 5 year limit or that recent terrorist attacks have made […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
Smurfs: The root of all evil
I like labels. They stop me from accidentally drinking window cleaner even though it’s such a pretty pretty shade of blue. But when it comes to labels of self it all gets a little messed up. I’m not even talking about the labels we give other people (we all know that’s a shit show) I’m […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
The balance between hustle and self-care
If you were going to get anything embroidered on the collar of a millennial pink shirt it would be a tough choice between ‘hustle’ and ‘self-care’. They are the watchwords of the twenty something, used to motivate or justify across whichever social network is in vogue. Hustle is the idea of coming home from […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
That god damn jet stream
I have my fear of flying fairly under control these days. This is mostly thanks to exposure therapy (aka traveling for work) and those magical Gin Gins that set my mouth on fire to distract me from the turbulence. But holy hell the flight I just got off almost had me back to my crying […]
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Getting a bit philosophical
The heart of an expat
Five years in London is coming up alarmingly fast. Five years when I only thought I was moving to London for three months. I now have two homes, two homes on opposite side of the world – the distance makes it a little hard to pop over for a coffee. Every time I am in […]
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