Why I Owe My Dad Everything And Nothing All At The Same Time

I try not to get too personal, too often on this blog. I often spare the personal posts that I write for my outside writing gigs with The Huff Post or even Matador; but there is nowhere that I would rather write this post then right here on my most treasured place in the whole wide world, so hang with me because it’s going to be turbulent, emotional and extremely different from what you’re used to reading from me. ThereRead more

A Countdown Of My 7 Most Ridiculous Memories Abroad

Every time I tell people stories, I am normally met with “only you, Lizzie”. I’m often getting myself into bizarre situations that my friends look forward to hearing about. In fact, only yesterday one of my friends described me as having a likelihood to Shosh from Girls by saying “if we were at a party, you would accidentally smoke crack & take your skirt off and I wouldn’t bat an eye” – Don’t worry though Mum, I’ve never smoked crack, accidentally orRead more