So I’ve got this crazy idea in my head and I really like it there… I think I should write a book about all the absolutely wild stuff I’ve been going through since I moved to London.

Like, a fiction writer couldn’t make this shit up. I have had a dramatic few months to say the least. There is SO much that has happened. It’s literary gold, or at least, it’s dramatic in the situational sense which is great for stories. Plus, my brain would really appreciate the organization and finalization of writing all of this down.

Great, so it’s decided. Now how the fuck do I do that?

I’ve finally reached a point where I think I can pause (but only briefly, the grind never ends) and reflect on how I got here. It’s daunting… but at least now that I’m looking back at the beginning I can understand the bigger picture of it all whilst also remembering how I was feeling at the time.

When it was happening live and in front of me, it was just too overwhelming to fully wrap my head around. I kept thinking I was an insane woman. Which, might actually still be true, lol.

So before I go into the memory of how I got here, I want to acknowledge the way in which I want to tell this story. For this blog specifically, it’s going to be more personal. I’m going to have feelings and anecdotes while I’m remembering and those will be extremely helpful for my current mental state in order to assess my life and accept what I’ve been through.

The real story, or the writing of the book will come much later. When I can look at these events I’ve remembered and reflect on which ones to include in a dramatic and funny sex adventure story.

For now, I’m just going to tell my truth the way it is. I think that will already include plenty of entertaining material.