Short and mildly spicy

So this post is terribly late and I have no real excuse. Well I kinda do but I won’t use it because it mainly just comes down to being completely lost as to what to write. Writing about my life so far has been easy. As soon as my dad died while I was in …

The 792 stages of grief

I have tried a million ways to start this post. I couldn't figure out why it was so hard. What point was I tying to get across with this one? I've written this whole post twice and hated them both. I started it from different directions: With a joke! With a metaphor about life being …

Vietnamese iced coffees and the worst day of my life

We have made it to May, and let me preface this by apologising for the sheer length of this post, it was hard to widdle down and you will hopefully see why. Once again, thank you for coming back. If this is the first post you're reading I would probably suggest you go back and …

2015: The year of love, meditation, and emotional breakdowns

So it was the year of 2015. Rhianna had just dropped 'Bitch better have my money', and I had a new boyfriend. It was honestly the making of a damn good year. I went to my first Melbourne festival. Discovered deep house music and started to love DJ's. I quit my cafe job and started …