18 months and on the way out

Aaaaaah I have been 26 for almost 4 months now and I guess I will have to breathe some life back into this little blog if I don't want it to die at the tender age of 18 months. 18 exhausting, lovely, crazy months (ha! that'S probably what actual parents of actual 18 months olds say!) since I moved to London town and started this blog and who would have thought I'd still be here now? Not me. This is the longest I have lived in any one place since 2005. ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?

In these 18 months I have:

- sat around the Church of St Martin's for 5 hours on a sunday morning 14 times
- raised zero money for different charities as a charity foundraiser
- felt rather awkward cleaning someone else's flat
- annoyed a lot of Swiss Orange customers as a market research interviewer for one company
- annoyed a lot of doctors and IT specialists for another
- served approximately 75 Londoners a burrito for their lunch one day
- translated a stupid amount of texts about overpriced mattresses
- pretended I was in Germany for a minute on camera for Nike and
- assisted old ladies with ordering dog food over the internet

One can't say I didn't spend my time in a productive way.

This last point is an important part of the newest job I would have. It is brand new, all it does so far is screaming and pooing.

But there is croissants on wednesdays and - apparently - free booze on fridays, but I have to see about that yet, that's how new it is.

Will keep you updated (I will, I will! I know I always say that...)

But yeah. I am back, I think.