Well, here I am. Thirty. The big three zero.
Is my life anything at all or even slightly resemble the general gist I had in mind ten years ago.
Nope.
How about five years ago.
Nope.
Do I own my own home, car, TV, have a solid and reliable career, or a baby on the way or have any sort of plan really?
Nope,
So, not really on most people's idea of any sort of track.
But.
I've got a kick-arse, goofy, geeky Muttley Bear of a husband with a penchant for wickedly cheeky inside jokes who makes a mean macaroni cheese.
Some amazingly awesome friends who haven't yet let on how they broke through the electric fence at the lunatic asylum but who can always been relied on for cocktails, a helping hand and an alibi
A vegetarian cat. (no idea how that works but she's pretty enough to get away with it)
A hell of a lot of photos from all over the world and the memories that come with them.
Plans for further worldwide travel - along with great travelling partners.
Ideas nesting in my brain space for further stories - and the hope that people might want to read them.
And the hard won, strongly held conviction that life is actually pretty damn fun.
So yeah, i might not have a plan on where i'm going - or a really clear cut idea or how i got here, but i can promise you this;
I had an absolute blast getting here and i fully intend to keep it up.
