Documenting my tentative foray into the world of dating as an extremely single 27 year old
I’m 27 years old, I’ve no money and no prospects. I’m already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened.
A fun journey back through the 80s and 90s so we can understand the time - and ourselves - more deeply.
Ramblings of a twenty-something single girl in London, navigating the dating scene, and trying to have fun at the same time! Finally getting my thoughts on love and life out of my journal and into a newsletter for your entertainment.
This is a quiet literary space for readers who love books, slow reading, and reflective writing. Here, stories are allowed to steep, attention matters more than speed, and even the smallest moments are treated as meaningful. The kettle is on—come in!