I said that you're a moron, when I said it I was smilin', so you think that I was jokin'

When I was 18 I lived in England for six months in the county of Norfolk. My banner photograph was taken in the small town where I lived. I was doing volunteer work at a respite centre, looking after disabled adults and children. I lived in the attic of the place I worked; there were six of us in that attic. The work was pretty much exploitation- long hours, the worst chores and very little thanks, not to mention no pay. I used to fantasize about packing my bags and leaving without telling anyone, but I felt obligated to stay and put up with it for the sake of the people I was looking after more than anything else. Of all the six-month periods in my life I think my time in Norfolk has had the biggest impact, thus far.

I went back to the town today. I was expecting it to be a bit of a mind fuck, returning to this place after four years. I was really curious as to how I would feel walking around my old haunts. In reality I was incredibly under whelmed; I spent an hour in the town. The place I worked at has been closed down (not surprising) the windows are boarded up and there are years’ worth of weeds. The pub I spent my nights at has a different name. The rest of the town looks no different to how I remember. I walked along the cliffs hoping for some kind of emotion, I played songs on my ipod which remind me of my time there, but forced nostalgia is bound to be weak.

At least I came to one realisation. I have my happiest moments on public transport. Lame.

Photo: David Vasiljevic

But you work in a shirt with a name tag on it

I've decided to move to Scotland in 2 weeks. Decision is made, now I just need somewhere to live and a job.

Photo: Timothy Barnes

He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else

Photo: Andreas Burz

I have developed empathy for all those actresses who went to hospital for exhaustion and everyone just smirked and said 'drug overdose'. It exists, it really does. I shant bitch and moan too much, but I've had a rough time of it lately and I feel like hiding under my bed for a month and shunning human interaction. Alright, maybe that's slightly overdramatic. I want decent sushi. I want someone who truely cares for me to give me a hug. I miss my family and my friends. I miss Melbourne. I'm meant to be feeling liberated and adventurous, but right now I am anything but carefree. But hey, I'll pull it together and decide where to live in 3 weeks when my contract in England runs out. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Being able to go anywhere is great, but not when you don't know where you want to go. I love Spain but I'm not sure I want to live there just yet. I've always liked Edinburgh though..

You're the colour, you're the movement and the spin

I really dislike misunderstandings; although, I suppose life would be really boring if everything was easily understood. Sometimes I hate the way I act but can't seem to help myself, it's almost like I'm watching from the outside and thinking 'you'll regret saying that later'.

I really should be lesson planning right now, but I guess I'll just get up at 6am to prepare something for my little darlings, who are not really so little. I have had my contract extended so I will be in England for awhile longer than expected, which means I don't have to stress about decisions like 'where will I live next month' for a couple more weeks.

Photos: Markus Jans

It seems to be that 'maybe', it pretty much always means 'no'

Hello, I am quite happy right now. Adventures are nice. But! What the hell shall I do with my life?

Photo: Claudia Scholtan

If that's the way it is, then that's the way it is

Hello! I'm alive, but crazy busy and I have no internet connection. I am stealing it from Starbucks right now, but my moral objection to the place prevents me from actually going inside to buy anything, so I am getting glared at..or something. I am working teaching English to teens from Spain and Italy, they're not that much younger than me but I am starting to realise how big the gap between 17 and 22 really is maturity-wise. I was talking about Buckingham palace yesterday and one of the Italian boys leaned in inappropriately close to tell me that that's where the queen 'makes the sexo'. I'm living with other teachers and nights entail coming home exhausted, exchanging funny student stories and then drinking beer and playing 'I have never'.

I quite like England when I'm not in London, and I might stay here a bit longer than planned; living out of a suitcase is becoming a bit of a drag, I want to be more settled. I really don't know what I will be doing in August, just like a month ago I didn't know I would be in England. I actually think I am learning more Spanish now than when I was in Spain, since I strain to understand my students when they talk to each other; yesterday I heard them discussing me, but when they saw me looking at them with a smirk on my face they started speaking catalan, little brats.