My 28th birthday came and went and despite the presence of Tequila, there was an absence of Joy. I owned my own house, I had a good job (well, a job) and some lovely (if slightly mental) friends but it didn’t feel enough somehow. What was wrong with me? I was the dream-maker of my own destiny! A sister doing it for herself! This all seemed to be in order so why oh why did Joy not RSVP a ‘yes’ to my birthday shenanigans?
I’ll tell you why. Because the metaphorical brakes had stopped working and the wheels had come off my life. I wanted to achieve some professional goals! I wanted to see the world! I wanted to climb the highest mountain! Swim the deepest river! Okay, so mainly I wanted to get away from my ex-boyfriend. So, I made a snap decision to pack my life up and move to the Netherlands for a job. A JOB. I was taking control of my life.
I know that I am not the only one to be feeling a mid-20-something-life-crisis (okay, so I am nearly 30 but you can appreciate the sentiment). Let’s get through this together. We can hold hands, Oprah-style.
In 2011, I moved to the Netherlands. Due to having no friends and a social life that consisted of discussing the cleaning rota with my Swedish flat mate, I started to write about my life and the ridiculous things that happen to me on a daily basis.
So in short, this is the diary of me, a (now) 29 year-old girl who panicked about her life and emigrated to the Netherlands. And now I am really panicking.