Adulting is something many of us had no choice in participating in. In this one, I walk you through my feelings
I entered my 23rd year of life recently so decided to touch on some things I learned at 22.
We’re getting close to the end of the year 2020. It doesn’t deserve a favourite blog post, so this one is “farewell, I don’t ever want to hear about this year again” post
Bringing you a podcast episode with friends; talking all things quarantine like studying during a pandemic, dating during lockdown and hobbies we tried.
Class of 2020? It’s been a wild ride. Somehow, some way we made it through and I want to celebrate that achievement. The real world is calling and I’d like to help us get prepared.
We’re rejoining society soon, is anybody wholeheartedly ready for that? After a couple of months in global lockdown, things won’t be in the same state we left them.
I’ve made 22 trips around the sun, but with every age comes a whole new set of expectations being dashed on my headtop.
A lot of women complain about the dating market and do nothing about it. I rounded up a group of friends to do the unthinkable; shoot our shots and see how the other side live.
Dating is getting harder and harder, and Love Island returning to our screens makes me realise how different White British dating is to Black British. Is one way better than another?
The decade is closing and bringing a whole bunch of feelings with it. I’m excited but naturally, I’ve got some worries.