The fourth month of 2018 is almost up, brace yourself for Justin Timberlake memes from every corner of the internet over the coming days. I thought i’d start writing monthly overviews, partly because its nice to look back on the highs (and maybe lows) of each month, and partly because i’m nosy as shit and love reading them, so I figured you, dear reader, might feel the same way.
Hi, i’m Hannah. I’m a 25 year-old London-dweller who loves cats and plants very much. My favourite foods are pizza and pasta, although I almost never allow myself to eat them, and my day job involves me knowing an awful lot about pensions. I have a boyfriend of three and a bit years, and I moan about the cost of living more than I moan about anything else. I like to talk about politics and take photos of pretty people, places and objects. One day I hope to live in a beautiful, sunny place, with my boyfriend, my sixteen cats, and my umpteen breeds of tropical plant. Jury’s still out on kids. Wbu?
Last weekend, my life turned into a real life episode of Sex and the City, far more so than when i’m actually at home in London, when life is never even remotely glamorous enough to compete. Remember the baby shower episode, where Carrie and co head out to the Connecticut to attend said baby shower and were unbelievably out of place and uncomfortable? Well on Saturday, Rai and I got up close and personal with a life outside London, and we couldn’t have looked more wide eyes and alarmed if we tried.
In life, it is very rare to be offered something for nothing. Virtually unheard of, in fact. But today is your lucky day, because that is exactly what i’m about to do.
I went all Brenda from Bristol last week upon hearing news of the latest social network predicted to be a big deal that I simply had to sign up to. “Not another one!” I whined as, within one short morning, half of my Twitter and Instagram feeds were keenly signing up to Vero, sharing their profile links and instructing current followers to go ahead and follow on Vero, too.
Many of us feel it, that creeping sense of dread that accompanies the sun’s descent on Sunday evening. The knowledge that tomorrow we’ll be back in the office, possibly stressed, possibly facing situations we weren’t quite prepared for. The pressure to get a good night’s sleep and become mentally ready for the week ahead is on. It’s exhausting.
A piece in The Guardian caught the eye of my colleague the other day. It was written in response to the absolutely ridiculous (never mind insulting) idea suggested by Australian millionaire Tim Gurner, that if millennials just gave up avocado toast, they could save for a deposit for a house.