Being a student with an addiction to spending is like being a
vegetarian with a craving for meat. Both equally incoherent and very
inconvenient.I write this from my Antarctic front
room, cold and hungry with 20p ASDA noodles (which I’m horrified to say were
11p last month) planned as my breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next few
weeks. How did you get in this situation you may ask? Addiction. Reckless,
unruly addiction. The answer of many a homeless person (which I basically am/on
my way to) and the cause of all evil. Kind of. Drink? Drugs? No. This is far
worse. I’m talking money. Cold, hard dosh and I can’t get enough of it.
Have you ever seen one of those American movies where they run down one of
those wooden things and jump in the lake? Well that's always been something
that I really want to do. Some dream of travelling the world or marrying Harry
Styles. My goal in life is to jump off a plank of wood into some cold, dirty
water. Ain't you proud Mumma?
22 year old from the UK trying to navigate post-university life. I studied Writing Fashion and Culture where I planned to take the route of travel and fashion journalism, before having the idea for my business Reset, a therapeutic travel company. This blog is the document of the journey: my own personal one and the one of the business. Expect to find plenty of rambling and self-doubt, but hopefully some positivity and inspiration too. Enjoy!
