Bonjour tous le monde, from a TGV (high-speed train). As I write this, I'm somewhere between Lyon and Zurich. As the third largest city in France, I did not know what to expect from Lyon. Already lucky enough to have visited Europe on two separate occasions, the only places in France I had been were Paris… Continue reading Je ne suis pas Lyonnaise… encore
Adulting at Legoland If you couldn't already tell, my partner and I are adult children. Birmingham's Legoland was her idea, and I was content enough to go along. During the day, it is typically a snotty, screechy, lego haven filled with mostly kindergartners to under 10s. However, once a month, they host adult-only 18+ evenings,… Continue reading Legoland, Supersonic Speeds and a Glorious Croissant
This Christmas, I'm in the UK to celebrate with my partner's side of the family. It's a bunch of first times - first winter Christmas, first Christmas away from whānau, first time to many of the places I am visiting during my time here. It will also be my first time celebrating my birthday overseas… Continue reading Rusty French, Inflight Tetris and Yelling at Mothers
Entirely due to a steep incline in my obsession with Remi Wolf, I did something ~highly spontaneous~, at least by Abby standards. They Cool, They Tight Somewhat late to the game, I hadn't an inkling that she was touring the Antipodes until my mate gave me a heads up. Unfortunately, The Babe Herself had sold… Continue reading Adventures in Tāmaki Makaurau
On Karen Carpenter When I was about six or seven, I learned that my favourite singer in the world at the time had passed away at a young age. In age appropriate language, my mum explained anorexia to me: about how Karen Carpenter (vocalist of the 70s brother sister duo The Carpenters) got told that… Continue reading Karen Carpenter, Fatphobia and Cultivating Self-Love
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