This month I have not only moved to another country alone but also moved out of my family home at the same time. And these are my honest opinions of life alone for the first time.
If there is one thing that I love to do, it's travel, and believe me when I say I've done my fair share of it. So, I feel it is only fair to share the little bit of knowledge I have from my experiences. Hope you all enjoy!
Between work, helping my mum out with my little brother and helping my boyfriend with his leg injury. I am a busy bee. I am rushing and running around Limerick, and I'm about to take on a photography course with Shaw Academy also. Still, I'm going to keep doing my workouts, not because I love them, but because I feel better about myself with them.
Currently I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality. About how difficult it is to do what makes you happy, and realising that it’s not difficult to do what you like to do, so long as you get out of your own way.
Last night, I got to dance like I did when I was younger. Before I gained the extra weight before I became self-conscious before I became aware of the fact that you can even feel bad about your body. I danced like no one was there.