My dad has been a feminist since he was 10 years old. He had 6 older sisters, and he was pretty oblivious as to how the world saw them. That was until he learned about one sister's salary. She was working down the lane from their house in a old mill, harder than anyone else … Continue reading How My Dad Became a Feminist Before It Was Expected
Somehow I've landed myself in New York City. I'm staying in the heart of chaos on 8th Avenue in Time Square and I can hear screams, car horns and a thunderous collection of everything and anything 12 floors below me. How, how did I end up here? America was always disconnected to me. Just a … Continue reading A Whole New World
As my dry eyes and stiff knees let a lifetime of flying wash over them, things seem to go back to normal. I fumble down the narrow, steel pathway from Plane to Arrivals; I hear a fresh faced worker saying 'No English'. The tiny hallway of Shannon airport has grown 50 ft across, and every … Continue reading First Steps in the US
Growing up, I was never a nervous flyer. I never thought about it too much, I just held my Dad's hand, sucked some hard sweets and focused on keeping my ears from popping. It wasn't until I went on my first flight without my family, at 17 years old, that the anxiety came upon me … Continue reading Flight Nerves and Simple Comforts
I've recently just finished school, and I now have the freedom to do whatever I want. I have my whole future ahead of me, except something is lost. I used to feel excited. I used to look forward to the new life I would lead, full of learning and new beginnings and new people and … Continue reading Something’s Lost
It's here again! I've gone down the emotionally raw acoustic side of things this month and I've kept that theme going throughout the playlist. If you need a relaxing but powerful set of songs to go along with your brisk winter walks, settling into bed, or just a cute chill session by yourself or your … Continue reading November Spotify Favourites!
Because I can't fucking move. And no, I am very fortunate being totally able to physically move and I understand many aren't as fortunate. I am grateful. Please don't take this as some controversial or offensive!? Mild exhaustion coupled with exhaustion and a procrastinating personality has made it so I can't move. I had plans. … Continue reading Why I Fail at Everything. Everything.