Remember that time I used to write a blog? No, neither do I.

I went MIA on this thing, big time. I could blame it on a myriad of things – working too much, studying too much, watching episodes of The Office too much – but none of them would be true (…except for maybe the last one). I guess I fell off the blogging bandwagon for no reason at all. So, in my best attempt to jump back on, I give you *drumroll please* A BLOG!

What has Kelsey been up to in the past eight months?, I hear none of you ask. Well, I really have been working my little corporate tush off. Every day, I put on my black pants, black shirt, and black jacket (#MelbourneWardrobe), and pretend I know what I’m doing for 9 hours a day, five days a week. I have worked in an office for one year now, and I’m fairly certain that makes me professional adult. Mission accomplished.

I am also now twenty-two (which definitely makes me an adult). For my birthday, I threw a dinner party, where I cooked a four-course pasta dinner for ten people from scratch. How I conceptualised that idea as ‘birthday fun’ is a mystery to both you and I, but it was incredible and probably the best birthday party I have ever had. I’ve popped in some photos that sum up the night: plenty of grins, girls and garlic.

Believe it or not, I am still studying. The semester just wrapped up and I have only one (!!) more to go. The road to graduation has been a long and hellish one, and the thought of it being over is near-orgasmic. Because of such, I’ve been spending (on average) 4 hours a week in the Lonely Planet section of my local bookstore. Consequently, I have decided that because I have survived four years of my own study-induced whinging, I am owed a trip. A graduation present, if you will; an exploration addressed to Kelsey, with love, from Kelsey. Something to commemorate the uphill battle of my further education. End things on a high note. Celebrate the peak of my tertiary achievement.

Well, where else would be more fitting than the roof of the world itself?

I am climbing to Everest Basecamp in 12 weeks and 6 days.

So, I suppose I could argue that instead of writing, I’ve been slamming the gym’s Stair Master. A lot. Surely that is an acceptable reason for The Everything Journal to have become The Sometimes-slash-Rarely Journal, right?

Well, the hiatus ends here. Welcome to the revival of my digital baby. May she reign well into the latter half of this year and beyond.

Big love to you all, and speak soon.

K x

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