So it seems as though I am having a small almost-quarter life crisis- namely, what am I doing with my life? And also, why are all the Vivienne Westwood booties on asos.com sold out in my size?
Currently I am studying a Diploma of Animal Technology, which directly aligns with my childhood dreams of becoming a vet nurse (yes, that's right- even as a child I probably sensed that I couldn't commit to the six plus years of study to become an actual veterinarian). I love animals; it all makes sense...except that it doesn't, because I am hating it.
Fantasizing about marrying a billionaire nonogenarian and ditching the idea of paid employment forever.
(Except I am pretty sure my current future husband wouldn't want to share me, and we would no longer be able to peruse markets and go on cutie picnics together with cheese and pickle sandwiches and purchase hot apple cider with lots of sediment from a dodgy-looking semi-stoned old guy in a hemp shirt).
The view from the picnic yesterday.