I went back to Australia for six weeks, and thought how little I felt about it was strange. Find out why!
Carrie Bradshaw: New York Magazine says Brooklyn is the new Manhattan! Miranda Hobbes: Yes, but whoever wrote that, lives in Brooklyn.
On the day before I turned 30, I woke up in the same state I had been in throughout much of my twenties; incredibly, deathly hungover. My best intentions to take it easy, drink water between each drink, eat something before drinking, and only drink red wine didn’t work, exactly the way they hadn’t worked… Continue reading The Last Day of My Twenties + A Decade of Hangovers
Rude tenants, incompetent real estate agents, application problems, and scary UHaul driving... Yep, I just moved house.
After they’d slammed the door for the fifth time and they’d yelled at girls in a room on the floor above to come and see what some guy had just put on Snapchat, I yelled “SHUT UP!”
I’m nostalgic for that time because I didn’t feel the pressure of getting older or the “should” factor.
If I can manage to hold back the tears until we say goodbye, I do, and then let loose as soon as I hang up. If I can’t, I ask them a question I know they’ll take a long time to answer, put myself on mute and sob.
A vacation to Europe had me questioning my love for New York.
Can you guess what I miss about Australia? Starts with c, ends with offee.
Have you ever had to meet someone wearing a fedora for a date? Or had someone forget they've already met you? I have.