#HomeToVote – my upcoming trip

Hey, hi, hello!

I’ve been mentioning my upcoming trip to Ireland in my posts and on my Instagram page (what do you mean, you don’t follow me yet?!). And while a trip home is always a salve for the soul, this trip isn’t one for pleasure.

I’ve said in the past that I am an unabashed, intersectional feminist. I’m all about that every-girl power feelin’ and  I’m here for equality for all of us. This is not the core theme of this blog but it definitely colours how I see the world.

I also think, as a travel writer, I have a responsibility to keep you informed about the social situations occurring in the countries I visit. It’s easy to live in a turquoise-hued bubble of isolated beaches and raffia everything, but that’s not an honest depiction of a place.

With that in mind, let’s talk about Ireland and the Eight Amendment.

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What the F*uck is my ‘Bliss’ anyway?

Does your head do battle with your heart?

Do you ever have you mind completely made up and then, with niggling questions and common sense (that relentless bitch), your resolve crumbles. It’s just not – my least favourite of all words – practical.

We live in a world of quotations and idealised snapshots on social media. “Follow your bliss” is a thing people actually say seriously. Google ‘how to quit your job and travel’ and you get 152million potential rabbit holes to fall down.

There’s no shame in thinking, fuck it, if they can do it so can I!

So what happens when you’re not coming from a corporate finance background, making six-figures annually, or there’s no trust fund waiting to be plundered? You adapt your plans, that’s what.

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