30. I turn 30 next month. Unless I plan on living until the ripe old age of 120, a feat even for hobbits I might add, I can officially no longer say I’m in the midst of my quarterlifecrisis.
So, in light of this stark realisation, I’ve turned back to pen and paper (well keypad and phone technically but I’m using poetic license here just run with me) and decided to pick up this blog where I left it.
1. To attempt to at least finish something that I start In this life and
2. To remind myself that though I may not have ticked the conventional boxes on the life goal list for your average 30 year old, I have experienced much and achieved many.
What will ensue over the forthcoming weeks will be a back catalogue of my greatest hits, highlights of my travels since the last post well over a year ago, if you will. Now, although I will endeavour to be as true to word and experience as I can, time is fickle and memories may be tinted with a rose or murky lens respectively but c’est la vie! Come, follow me down into the depths of memory lane…*inhales*…