Diary of quarter life crisis makes it’s joyous return.

Firstly, you’re welcome.

Secondly….I know what you’re thinking…quarter life!? But we’re gunna ignore that whilst I confidently project I will live to 140. Plus pretty sure Diary of Mid Life Crisis.com would’ve been taken and also make me sound like an insufferable male podcast movement (Jk…no men with podcast equipment also have the level of self awareness to recognise they are in crisis). But whatever I’m still paying for this domain name so we roll…

You find me very much not where you left me. Instead, I’m 5 years on, and fresh out the lobby of Heartbreak Hotel (1/10, do not recommend!). But 2025 is the year I promised myself I had to check out of there with whatever sanity remained (actual amounts tbc) and instead do something nice for me. Cos I think after the utterly on-brand, involuntary shit show of this past year, I deserve it.

So I booked another adventure – wahoo (what could possibly go wrong I hear you ask!?) especially since I’m rolling solo again (let us pray!) cos lord knows I needed the joy!

For the day 1 huns, it really will be like the good old days of tales of travels on my larry, though Liz will of course be missed in real life and the readership figures! For any new faces, this blog is probs best described as stream of consciousness calamity meets attempt to confirm travel status as ‘don’t worry family im still alive’.

I’ve plotted a route of “I really want to go there” places, which, coincidently make zero geographical sense, but who cares. I am also bare old these days so “portraits of hostel dwellers” will be replaced with “characters from the swanky hotel lobby” because, no, I don’t want to have to wear flip flops when I shower or sleep below the dorm’s crusty top-shagger bunk bed (been there, done that, had the tshirt stolen etc)

I start as I mean to go on, in the Heathrow Terminal 3 lounge (thanks family for the treat) with a glass of fizz, a smorgasbord of cheese and the impending doom of the world’s longest continuous flight…

First stop New Zealand 🇳🇿 – just the casual 27hr journey to get through first. Pray for me (and an upgrade) and promise I’ll report on news of what the other hemisphere has in store when I get there…if you promise to tell me what Tuesday 15th April was like because I will miss the entire thing trapped in a tin can in the sky!

So for now, here’s to being brave, doing hard things and reminding myself this girl (hopefully!) can. But most importantly, cheers to putting my money where my mouth is in pursuit of a new, better, happier chapter (and returning with all my limbs in tact this time!)

See you on the other side x