I’m back! I’m back in Brisbane and although I should be grateful, I’m just gloomy. How can I be homesick, when technically, I’m home?
At some point we’re supposed to become afraid of getting older, but I just feel like I’m ageing into my personality. I don’t have time for drama, and I’m glad those drama-filled youth days are far behind me!
Yes, I admit it! I was one of those people who care enough about follow / unfollow games to download an app to monitor it. And I hated it, so now it’s gone. And we can all breathe a little easier because shit like this doesn’t matter….
I have a complicated relationship with my body, in that, I don’t really like it. I’m no stranger to yo-yo dieting but somewhere along the line, trying to be healthy became a bad thing. Does eating healthy still have it’s place in a body positive world?
I wasn’t planning on commenting further on my visa situation after it was declined, but I still feel like I need to explain myself, and the decision, and why I won’t be fighting it. TLDR; Immigration sucks ass.