Hello internet world. What could I tell you? I was going insane at my corporate job in Canada. The 50 hour work weeks for no money and too must stress wasn't really doing it for me. Plus, I wanted to be self sufficient... live alone and stuff. Well, I couldn't afford it on my "assistant" corporate salary, and after trying for about a year, I decided that I just needed more than one job.
Fastforward to that time I hadn't slept for weeks straight (actually, I was working 110hour weeks and commuting in between) got to the epitamy of physically ill (my body's only way of rebelling at that point, cuz sleep wasn't happening) and ended up in the hospital. Time for a vacation I thought.
I set off to Ireland for three weeks to drink with the Irish, and a few weeks later, ended up living in Australia!
"She must've gotten really drunk" is what you must be thinking, but nope. While trying to figure out a way to not have to return to my stressful "everyday" existence, it was pointed out to me some age restrictions for working abroad, and when push came to shove, I ditched my "everyday" and moved along.
So in other news, that last post I wrote makes me laugh a bunch. To remember how things used to be and not being ready to make the decision, to it being made for me in the long run, and now me loving my everyday.
I have a travel blog with my stories as well, but this one... well on here, I'm just gonna write about a lot of sex-related stuff. Hope everyone's cool with that :)
