It has been another weekend of not doing a lot, the classic weekend before payday where you’ve gotta stay in cause you definitely cannot be out buying double gin and lemonades all weekend. It was a weekend of chores. A weekend of necessity but not the weekend of living your best life. And then, after you’ve inhaled your Sunday dinner, yet another person has posted on Facebook,’ I’m off to Australia for a year – see ya’
It’s not what I want; it isn’t what I want at all to be travelling for a year but I cannot help that my heart does a little jealousy pang. Right now, my most missed item is my disposable cash and my passport.