Oh heeyyyyyyy, blog-I-haven’t-written-anything-for-in-a-year-and-a-half. Sorry? Not sorry? Kind of unsure how to feel about my time away? I’ll go with that last one.
It’s been a time, lemme tell ya. Bad times, good times, and all the times in between. I went to London about a year ago, fulfilling possibly my biggest bucket list-esque item. We had a wonderful year at the little blue laneway, at the end of which I made the huge decision to move out and live on my own. It’s been about six and a half months in my tiny bb apartment, and it’s been AWESOME. It’s going through a re-organization period, but I’m hoping to either film a room tour or take some pics for a post soon(ish).
Plenty of exciting things are planned for the year ahead, including a trip back to Malaysia and Singapore, but right now things are a little crazy. To be honest, I’ve been feeling extra worn-down and out of it, so today I was happy to take some time for myself.
Apparently my version of self-care this weekend is waking from a dead sleep at noon, getting dressed-/made-up with nowhere to go, and taking pics. I didn’t realize exactly how much I missed doing this, and I’ll likely post these up on Lookbook as well. The rest of the day was spent puttering around the apartment and cleaning up.
So now, it’s quarter to one in the morning, and I’m going to paint my nails in bed. (YESSSSSSSSS.)
Cheers to anyone who’s read this, for even caring to read it. It makes this just a little more than a shout into the internet-void. Bless.