There was a part one of this post, and now this is the simple things in life (part 2), and there will probably be a part 3. Again, I invite you to add to this list—details at the end. People watching I love people-watching. It’s like watching wildlife. Once a

Let’s be honest, life is mostly mundane. It’s mostly getting up for work, sitting in traffic, working, going to the gym, making food, cleaning the house, etc. I think it’s important to appreciate the simple things in life, because they bring joy, and keep you sane—somewhat. Kids are the best

Sometimes I have bad ideas. Bad ideas by themselves aren’t that bad. It’s when you act on them that you think, “Oh fuck, why did I do this?” Route recalculating  I work at a school and I see plenty of kids, most of whom have a bad idea somewhere throughout

I recently started working at a school. I’m so thankful to have a job, but I’ve noticed that the kids here in Australia differ greatly from those I’ve worked with in South Africa. Kids here have a good life and prospects, no matter what job they go into. But my

I have some good news: I finally got a job! I started last week and I’m still getting into the swing of things. Although, I only work from 8:30 to 15:00, I’ve noticed that I’m struggling to get all the things done that I want to be done. Therefore, I need more balance in my life, and I’m honestly struggling.

It’s been a while since I had to study for a test, but last week I got a taste of it again when I studied for my English test on Saturday. The test and events surrounding it were weird. Background I had to rewrite an international English test to prove

These past few weeks I’ve noticed a change in me. I wouldn’t say that I’m sad, but I’m disengaged. I know what it is: my old foe, depression. 

p shops, short for opportunity shops (thrift stores), are quite common here in Australia, and they are amazing. There weren’t any op shops (that I’m aware of) where I lived in South Africa. I love op shops over here! What is not to love?  I first went to the local

It’s weird how my brain takes in tons of information during the day and processes it into something weird in the form of my dreams at night. For instance, I dreamt my husband was pregnant.