Remember this? I’m planning to spend the summer holidays with Mum and Dad in Northumberland as I’d like to check out Newcastle as a potential move following my PGCE and… well, because Mum and Dad are awesome. – Zoe, 23/05/2017 Ahem, sooo… I kickstarted teacher training at the end of August 2017 with a team […]Read more "9 Months Later…"
I thought it would be bloody hilarious to write a blog post in Cockney Rhyming Slang after talking about it with kids at school. Unfortunately, the Cock-Slang dictionary I ordered hasn’t arrived. Earlier this month I lemon-pivoted my way into the later twenties, despite the spots of rust my skates are beginning to sprout. Sazlack […]Read more "Recen’ Adventures in Blighty… Cambridgeshire/ Northumberland/ London, UK 🇬🇧 "
By ‘part 6’ I mean ‘for the 6th time’ since I left university in 2013. I am composing this post from my new, ensuite, loft bedroom in Peterborough, England. Wait… what? For those that aren’t up to date… China ended on a somewhat bad note, and I returned home to the UK in November 2016 […]Read more "Moving Out of Mum and Dad’s (Part 6): Another curve ball"
Surprise. I mean given my last blog post I guess it’s not really surprising that I’ve returned to England. My job wasn’t working out for me and China was aggressively getting on my tits on a daily basis. Yes, I might have left on a particularly shitty note; storming out of the office whilst demanding […]Read more "China #3: The Land of I don’t care, I want to go home… Huzhou, China to London, England"
I don’t ever remember summer in England being this damn HOT! Of course, it helps that I didn’t experience much of a summer last year, accidentally swapping out my regular mid year sunshine for rainy days in Adelaide. I’d already completed the hard graft of landing my next job before arriving back in the UK, […]Read more "British Summer Time"
You guessed it, I went home. After my travels through Malta and Italy, on my own, it was time to face a few problems that still lurked on the Mother Island. I booked a flight on a whim, Mum and Dad picked me up from the airport and I spent a fabulous weekend surprising everybody […]Read more "Moving Back In To Mum And Dad’s…"
As we sat down nervously at a table in the overcrowded Wetherspoons bar in Stansted Airport it started to sink in that we were getting on a plane. Not so much that we were leaving home… But just that we were getting on a plane. Nearly a week later and I’m struggling to comprehend where […]Read more "Day 1: Goodbyes, Flying and Budapest, Hungary"