I live for coming home! Truly. I somehow keep myself very busy - I’m a freelance writer, soon Pilates teacher, sometimes hospo, then there’s many hobbies and friends - so love to feeling of arriving home. I’m after a lovely little spot to unwind and some nice people around to natter with. Equally independent, and down to pour each of us a glass.
I’ve just returned home, after travelling for a bit, and am looking for a home for a few months in Sydney - I lived there for 6 years before I left, and can’t wait to be back - home!
I’m applying to study ancient history, OS, so if I get in (fingers crossed), I’ll be off around end of July / start of August, but you never know what could happen in a few months.