Long Distance Friendships


You’ve been travelling for a few months now. You’ve met some amazing people. Some you did not exchange contact details with, and some you did. Of those that you did, some you will occasionally like Facebook profile pictures of, and some you will actually keep in touch with.

Of those that you do keep in touch with, you will experience the difficulties of long distance friendships.

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Tell Me My Future


I’m almost certain that every single adult out there with access to a computer has taken a personality test sometime in their life. It’s human nature to be curious about what kind of person you are and seeking answers from a 10 minute multiple choice quiz is far too easy to not try out. But are we really learning all that much about ourselves from them?

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Another Rambling Millennial

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Following on from my last post (Schmalentines Day), I’m going to continue to saturate the blog market with yet another post on an overly written about topic: Work Life Balance.

Being born in October of 1993 has led me to be classified as a Millennial Libra; and whilst I don’t identify with many Libran traits, I do identify with many Millennial traits. Late last year I attended a conference on employee retention (my inner HR nerd was having a field day). Within minutes the work life balance debate was brought up. Whilst I do believe in the work hard play hard mentality, there are countless different ways you can go about it.

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Somewhere Over the Ukulele


I bought a ukulele a few weeks ago. I spent days researching ukulele sizes, materials, brands, tutorials, reviews, and basically everything related to the miniature guitar under the sun. Now, I’m probably the least musical person you’ve ever met and I’ll be the first to accept the award for tone deafness. My acceptance speech will include thanking my friends for putting up with my terrible singing at karaoke, Taylor Swift for setting unrealistic expectations of being a gorgeous musician for girls everywhere, and my fat fingers for not being able to hold guitar strings down right. Thank you, genetics.

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