Before 2016, I had never lived by myself. It felt like something I could have really done, but never really had the chance (or balls) to.
So on the first of May, I moved out…
As I’m hurtling towards the bright, blinding exit light that is my 20’s; I feel like I should be having a meltdown as middle age looms ever closer. So I decided to do a thing… it’s called a “kicking the 30 bucket” list which is snappier then :
13 things to do by the time I’m done with being 30 (so by the age of 30 years and 364 days old).
Cue the theme tune!