Why I’ve started a YouTube channel!

As a wee girl I loved creating things. Short stories filled with tales from a wild imagination, including some (very badly drawn) illustrations. A self-penned magazine, writing about what goes on in a thirteen year olds head. Rustic podcasts using a tape recorder. This passion for putting words into a shareable format even led me to complete a whole degree on just that – well, journalism. If I’d known that four years enrolled in a very badly managed course would suck the living ideas out of me, I wouldn’t have done it. But then again, had I not I perhaps wouldn’t be writing this post from our Aussie home. Funny how things work out. Suffice to say that today, I am not a journalist. I don’t even write that much, with the exception of this teeny corner of the internet. But when I do, to this day it still makes my heart boom that bit louder. […]

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13 surprising things about moving to Australia

Here’s my sweetness & light/warts & all run down of what I’ve learned about living down under over the last (almost) 6 months… 1. Driving is so appalling, even the Aussies admit it The polite etiquette that we’re (on the whole) accustomed to on UK roads is a distant memory living in Australia. Changing lanes, giving way, and turning right are a battle, whilst manners are missing with undercutting, undertaking and no acknowledgement of courteous driving. We may live in the ‘20 minute city’, but those 20 minutes become pretty painful with the level of rudeness on the roads in Australia.   2. ‘Australian English’ is a pick and mix of British and American, which makes spelling and speaking a bit of a headf*ck Program, not programme. Truck, not lorry. Eggplant, not aubergine. Bandaid, not plaster. And then they’ve invented a whole set of new words like a ‘doona’ instead […]

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The Best Advice You’ll Never Get

Shut the door, then open a new one. Follow your path, or just go a bit further down the road then you’ll turn a corner. Take a bitch of a detour. Do all of it, and still head in the right direction. And don’t forget, YOU are in the driver’s seat, sweetheart. How many of those delightful little nuggets have woven their way into conversations where you’ve either given or gotten advice? I would hazard a guess that travel-related idioms are the most over-used group of phrases banded about, and quite frankly I think they’re awesome. Because who doesn’t want to go somewhere? Anywhere? Sometimes it’s towards a place, a person or a plan.  And other times it’s away from a situation, a group of people, even yourself. The idea of travel works equally as well at a metaphorical level as it does in the literal sense. We all want […]

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The Homesick Diaries

It was the issue I was warned about the most, yet least prepared for when stepping off that plane nine weeks ago. People who had made the flit seemed to handle the financials, manage the removals and deal with the stress, but homesickness crept out of people’s tales like poison ivy – a beast that everyone appeared to struggle with, no matter their reason for moving, and who was going with them. “It comes and goes”, “give it two years” and “skype helps” was the advice I repeatedly received, and whilst all of those things are indeed, true, when that wave of missing home hits I now fully appreciate why it’s termed as a ‘sickness’. The nausea that sets up camp in your stomach like a hibernating bear. Sticky palms, racing pulse and restless legs. And when it really takes hold, the grape-sized tears that fall from your eyes. Someone […]

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Quotes to keep in your self-care kit

It’s Sunday. Ergo, the booze blues are in full force, and I’m in need of a cuddle. But what to do when a pair of willing arms aren’t kicking around? One of my trusty go-tos is Pinterest when I’m looking for a bit of self-help, life inspo or a word cuddle. During certain periods of life this has become a daily habit, particularly when the going gets tough, or I’m facing a bit of a dilemma. More positively, I’ve also used them to bookmark when I’ve felt good, been brave or had an adventure. The chronological order of pins on my ‘mantras’ board tells the story of the highs and the lows over the five years, and I’m now a self-confessed pinster (aka pinning gangster, yo). To help you flush out any fear from last night, below is a collection of my faves to dip into when you need some writing […]

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The ‘Art’ of making pals when you’re new in town

This is a bit of a strange post to write as I could be tempting fate. I’m heading into week 6 of living in Australia, and it appears that the advice I got before leaving from everyone who had ever moved abroad has been the best yet. Say yes to EVERYTHING. And so I have. And because of this ‘yes is best’ attitude, I’ve met dozens of lovely people, seen more of my new city than I ever could’ve hoped for, and racked up a few new FB friends in the process. I jest with the latter point, but it’s no exaggeration that it’s the people in this quirky city that have exceeded all expectations of what my first month would turn out like. It’s with these new friends that I’ve seen an Austrian human glitter ball dance around the stage to 80s classics. I’ve got absolutely smashed on free […]

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Arrival at the emigration station: week 1 in Oz

That moment where you think ‘what the hell am I doing?’ The world has been kind to me since Mum was the last person I hugged almost a week ago. 275 hours, to be exact. Saying goodbye to her had my heart as heavy as a rock. I crumbled at the thought of being so far apart from my best friend, and as I sit here writing, that rock sits firmly in my throat as I try to swallow a flood. Maybe that’s more to do with an Aerosmith song playing in the background right enough. God damn power ballads. But don’t stop reading thinking that this is going to be a super sad post, I said the world had been good to me, right? And it has. Let me explain… First off, despite the first leg of the journey being delayed, I made my connection. Hurrah! Having missed that […]

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Future fearing & 5 tips to overcome it

Why is that when we don’t know the outcome of something, we imagine the worst? Think of the last job you were waiting to hear about, or how you feel when your boss asks for ‘a chat’. What about when you’re waiting on test results. Our default position in our heads is usually negative, right? Someone else will get the job, your boss thinks you’ve f*cked up, and you’re about to get shitty news on the health front. The rationale is that this type of thinking can help protect us from the shock of worst case scenario, like a security blanket. But sometimes the blanket turns out to be an explosive vest, blowing our dreams to smithereens and stopping us from living the life we want to live. I had my tarot cards read late last year, in the hope that I could find out whether I should or should […]

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A love letter to Glasgow, and the folk in it

Dear green place, and its people You welcomed me in your gutsy embrace 15 years ago, and my utter admiration for you has grown with each passing day. It wasn’t love at first sight, granted…when I first arrived with a car full of memories to fill my room in Halls, I thought you stank – literally and metaphorically. There was a stench of piss in the air that made my lungs feel faint, and I was damned if I could understand a bloody word anyone said. Who is hen, what is ginger and why did no one prepare me for ‘taps aff’? But the more tasty city smells soon took over my nostrils, the people become my favourite and the banter grew to become a craving in each day. I’ve trotted my way around over 100 cities in the time I’ve lived here, and I can safely say that not one […]

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My 9 step ‘tattoo day’ routine

At certain points in my life, having a tattoo appointment has become as regular as getting my legs waxed or hair chopped. It’s such a time-consuming and expensive, yet pleasurable part of life that I would go as far as saying it’s now a fully fledged hobby. Given it’s prominence in my routines, I’ve created a bit of a ritual around tattoo collecting which makes the whole experience less about painful endurance, and more about having the most fun I can have. I’d say the most fun you can have whilst being attacked by a bunch of needles hundreds of times per minute for hours on end, that is. Here’s the random routine I follow to help get me prepared for the chair: Avoid drink the night before The first step in my tat day routine actually begins the night before – by staying aff the booze. Alcohol thins the […]

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