If I Moved to Australia, Would Anyone Notice? The Reality of a 21st Century Cynic

About once a week (usually on a night my boyfriend is busy, and I have nothing to do), I come to the realization that I basically have none of my own friends, particularly girlfriends. By “my own”, I mean people who I didn’t meet by default through my boyfriend, or in some cases, through their boyfriends. I’m talking besties, girls I’ll go for a spontaneous coffee with, and who I can share every detail of my life with. Continue reading

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