So, this is Adulthood: Flapjack is Dead.

As I arrive at my babysitting job, making easy small talk with the ten-year old’s mother, the husband walks in tentatively. He pauses beside the mother and loudly whispers, ‘Flapjack isn’t moving’. For anyone who cannot guess the species for which such a poorly allotted name would be given, Flapjack is the young girl’s hamster. …

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So, this is Adulthood: Getting a Grip.

Riding into work on a scooter isn’t exactly how I pictured rolling into my adult life. To clarify, I’m not talking about a moped, nor an electric scooter you may have seen suits gliding on along the city streets. I’m referring to an unbranded, rusted, clattering, wake the neighbours up at the crack of dawn, …

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So, This is Adulthood: Entering the World of Brunch.

For me, breakfast has always been more of a rushed snack than something I’ve treated as the critically acclaimed ‘most important meal of the day’. Although I’ll never skip breakfast, I have disrespected breakfast in more ways than I can count.  Breakfast is half toasted bread whose spread cuts corners, cereal eaten dry, eaten on …

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So, this is Adulthood: Why Reinvention is but a Dream.

Growing up, we’re told that we need to decide who we want to be when we’re older. Perhaps we want to be briefcase bankers, teachers or drug dealers. Maybe, we want to be better looking, in love or be kinder to others. When I was younger my future ideal me was, unsurprisingly, miles away. This …

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