As a massive (and very vocal) bibliophile, it was only going to be a matter of time before I started onto a daily challenge in honour of my first love.
The excitement will all begin tomorrow morning, and I’ll link to each of them here when I’ve them completed.
The idea behind this is to fill something in for every day listed, to answer each question. So blogging every day consistently. On top of college work. No pressure.
On Sunday evening I made a deal with myself- no more pissing away money. 48 hours later, time for a catch up.
Stick the kettle on, it’s about to get hella interesting.
I can’t adult very well but at all. I can’t drive (not legally, anyway), I don’t know what a tracker mortgage is (does anyone?) and I can’t safely cook a full roast chicken. But the biggest indicator that I’m just a really tall six-year-old is that I have absolutely zero concept of money.
As I write this, it’s just over a month since I left Ireland. My Masters is in full swing (no, really. I haven’t had an evening off since I arrived), and Ireland have just been knocked out of the World Cup in a stadium just minutes down the road from my house.
I think it’s time for a mini reflection.
There’s been a few things I’ve had to adjust to since stepping off the plane that Tuesday evening.