I do not have my life together. Far from it! Like plenty of other millennials, I’ve got frantic duck syndrome: I’m gliding effortlessly through life on the surface, but if you take a closer look at what’s going on underneath, it’s a lot of manic flapping.
I’ve been riding the roller-coaster that is my quarter life crisis for a solid 2 years now (the year before that was dedicated entirely to denying its existence, trying to conform to ‘normality’ and plastering a fake smile on my face). My quarter life crisis led me to quit my enviable corporate job, take up teaching and move to the Middle East. It encouraged me to take up meditation, yoga and all manner of strange arts of crafts in an attempt to find fulfilment.
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If someone had sidled up to me five years ago and told me that I’d end up living in the Middle East (and not even the cosmopolitan city of Dubai where you can spend your weekends sipping cocktails on the beach, but in a questionable apartment block in a sketchy part of Kuwait) I’d have laughed. And then laughed some more. And yet here I am, suddenly living the expat life in Kuwait. How did that happen?
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Hello internet!
I’m Aimee. I’m 26 years old, I currently share a hideously furnished apartment overlooking the Kuwaiti desert with my Irish and Canadian roommates, and I’m a magnet for all things random and downright bizarre. I’m in the midst of scouring the planet and racking my brain to find inner contentment, a sense of purpose and all the other things Elizabeth Gilbert managed to pin down in ‘Eat Pray Love’.
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