Welcome to Mamamia’s Best and Worst.
It’s the time of the week where we debrief as a community after a long, hard week and look forward to the weekend.
If you’re new here, this is how it goes: I tell you the best and worst parts of my week. Then it’s your turn.
Now please, take a seat, and allow me to waffle on about my life.
Best:
This week, I turned 21.
Wooo happy ‘I can get drunk legally in the US’ day to me!
I’ve spent my first week as a 21-year-old alone in a faraway place. You see, I’m a Melbourne native who’s hanging out here in Sydney while I intern for the babes at Mamamia.
So naturally, I’ve been exploring.
I did the ‘Toyota jump’ in front of the bridge. I caught the ferry to Manly and realised that I’m not as immune to seasickness as I thought. I had high-tea with my wonderful Mum who came up to visit me over the weekend. I ate the tastiest corn covered in chilli-mayo and copious amounts of parmesan. I ate a cronut that tasted like sugar and calories and all the other great things life has to offer.
In more serious news – I’m willing to call it – Sydney is the home to the best burger I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten a lot of burgers.