Thanks, Google. You’re a GC.

I, along with probably upwards of 84% of the world’s population, regularly dream about travelling. I imagine waking up one day and all my bills and debts have been paid off and my savings account is enormous and I own holiday homes in 13 places (give or take) in various exotic places like Morocco or Vietnam or Prague, and I follow the sun as it circumnavigates the world (although sometimes I decide to swap bikinis for puffer jackets because I like the idea of a white Christmas and those cool Yuletide markets).

Of all the places I’ve dreamed of visiting, though, Tunisia is not one of them. But this morning I received an email saying that, yes, I was in Tunisia, attempting to log into my Gmail account. Thankfully Google decided that I probably wasn’t there after all and blocked ‘me’ from accessing all my really important emails from Farmers and Cotton On and people who I haven’t paid yet for contributing in various ways to my home renovation.

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Why Going Back to Work after Christmas Really Isn’t All That Bad

I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with Christmas. On one hand I enjoy hanging out with my family (admittedly sometimes in small doses), and when it’s behaving New Zealand’s summer is totally bodacious. But all the supermarket shopping, present purchasing and ham basting that goes into just one day eventually grind my gears. That’s why this weirdo is actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.

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Aloneness ≠ Loneliness

I’m a fairly social kinda lass. I thrive in a team, mostly so I can go on mid-afternoon dairy runs and gossip about who did who over the weekend.

So when I woke up on day uno numero of self-employment, I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of complete abandonment when Husband trotted off to his nine-to-five and I was left alone in our apartment with no one but my giraffe onesie to keep me company.

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I Quit My Job & I Liked It

During high school I had quite a few career aspirations. First I wanted to be a teacher (until I remembered I wasn’t really a fan of children). Then I wanted to be a lawyer (until I realised I’d end up with a student loan on par with the debt of a small country). Then I wanted to be a policewoman (until I discovered my inability to do press-ups). Finally I settled on becoming a writer, although back then I had no idea what that might look like.

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