The End

It’s been four months since I came back from Europe and life has only continued to get more exciting and crazy and amazing. A lot can happen in four months and it’s funny what the two words “fuck it” can lead to. I’ve found myself taking a spontaneous trip to Melbourne with Bernard and getting cheeky tattoos, celebrating life with friends over drinks, going on late night city adventures, having an emotional breakdown over La La Land, watching Carioca FC win the finals and sharing laughs with all those lads, having PRIME chats with @stephanalbu till 5AM, frequenting “Lucky Joe’s” with my partner in crime, Lien, and spending time with family Down South.

Lien and I are slowly in the process of getting everything ready for London and every time we’re together we stop and think about all the unexpected moments we’ve shared together. There’s something about the two of us when we’re together. We find ourselves in situations we would’ve never predicted. We’ll be doing our own thing, enjoying our lives, and then something will come up, we’ll look at each other and say, “fuck it!” Next thing you know, we’re not paying for our rum and cokes and sitting on a beach, wrapped in blankets, kissing boys till sunrise.

It took a long time to get to this point. I went through a lot of changes. But there was one thing I always had and that was my intuition. Whether I was in a good place or completely lost in life, I always followed my intuition. Others may have had their doubts about decisions I made, and they may have turned out to be right. But I always knew, that whatever decision I made, it would always be the right decision for me. Even when the outcome wouldn’t go the way I wanted it to, I knew it would always teach me something and lead me onto better things. Like finding myself, finding happiness, and finding London.