27.

I turned 27 this week.

I’m sure you’d agree that birthdays are, as a general rule, a good time for reflection. This year though…not stoked.

This year I woke up on my birthday back in my parents house in North Queensland, a full- time student, no longer gainfully employed and very single.

To ensure you’ve got the full scope of just how far backwards I’ve stepped here – one month ago I was living in a sweet house in inner city Sydney (with a rad housemate…shout out Maxxy!) and worked in a pretty awesome job in sport that I actually liked with people I was genuinely happy to spend time with everyday.

So yeah. 27 is off to a fucking flyer.

The upshot – bucket loads of content about my undoubtedly miserable but hopefully amusing life living back with my parents in the smallish town I grew up in.

Full disclosure – in case you read that previous sentence and thought I was the kind of girl who looked for the silver lining in situations. I’m not. I actively avoid finding the silver lining in situations. Positivity…gross.

So check back in if you’re ever feeling like your life isn’t quite where you’d like it to be… You’re welcome in advance.

27 with your life together…that’s probably not a thing. Right?