Annie Adrift

Annie /æni/ pn. 1 a blonde girl who doesn’t know much about anything. someone who makes their shopping lists in the order of the supermarket layout. [Source:]

adrift /əˈdrɪft/ adj. & adv. without purpose, direction, or guidance. 2 no longer fixed in position. [Source: The Oxford English Dictionary]

Hello, it’s me again. Long time no speak. How are you? What’ve you been up to? What’s new?

Me? Kind of you to ask. I’ve been busy finishing my degree, writing intermittently (and winning prizes and being published!) and slowly but surely clawing my way out of my overdraft.

But really, not that much has changed – I’m a little older but definitely none the wiser. A little better at Italian, a lot worse at French. A little richer but still poor. Still running (slowly). Still eating too much pasta. Still overusing the words ‘sick’ and ‘jokes’ that really would have been better off left in the naughties where they belong.

You know. The usual.

Like a lot of people at the end of their degrees (I’m assuming – please God, let it not just be me that feels this way), I’m feeling uninspired. Unmotivated. Struggling under the weight of a debt that’s so huge that little 18-year-old me couldn’t even comprehend that amount of money when she signed up for it – but now the zeros make my eyes go fuzzy (NB: I have also started wearing glasses, which helps). Lost. Confused. Bewildered with the endless options available – in this world where I could do anything, be anyone, the pressure to do and be everything crushes lesser people like me at best into inaction and at worst into tears in the foetal position on the sofa at 3am. I mean, I’m the kind of person who heads to the corner shop for chocolate and stares blankly at the shelves before leaving with nothing because I can’t decide what to buy. How can a person who can’t even choose between a Wispa and a Crunchie be expected to choose what she wants to do with the rest of her life?

I refuse to choose. I refuse to be an adult. So I’m running away – to Austria! It’s like The Year Abroad™ 2.0 but with more yodelling – and the blog is back to prove it!

So, welcome to a blog about a blonde girl who doesn’t know much about anything, who makes her shopping lists in the order of the supermarket layout, who is without purpose, direction, or guidance and is no longer in a fixed position.

Annie Adrift. You are so, so welcome here.

Me with my degree – or, as I like to think of it, my receipt for £30,000

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