Admittedly, moving to Edinburgh on the week of my period was a bad idea. I felt way more emotions than I otherwise would. I cried on my dog the evening before I left (he didn’t care at all—just sighed and tried to move away). However, despite still feeling emotionally fragile, and after four stages of … Continue reading I Moved to Edinburgh!
Despite being what a teen novel would refer to as plain, I’ve never been shy of taking a risk. Or of doing things on my own. Frankly, I got tired of people standing me up. If I wanted to do the things, well, I had to just pull up my socks and crack on alone. … Continue reading Taking Risks and Influencing…Myself?