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Images sourced from ivorymix.com At eighteen I couldn’t wait to leave home. I moved into two share houses on and around uni over the next year-and-a-half where I cooked two minute noodles or – when I wanted to get really fancy – some pasta for dinner. It was a bit of a mixed experience overall. [...]
I currently work approximately fifty minutes away from home. My drives to and from work can often be, to put it dramatically, the worst. The commute takes a huge chunk out of my day, so I often find myself sitting in peak hour traffic thinking about how much time I’m wasting.
Definition of an Adult 