A new journey, new beginnings and a little bit of housekeeping!

I'm starting this blog for a number of reasons, some of them superficial and some of them more practical but mostly because I need somewhere to write and collect my thoughts.

I'm not aiming for massive amounts of followers or recognition, I just need somewhere to write where I'm not wife, mother, aunt, lover, sister, student, worker etc etc. I need to just be a writer (and I use that term fairly loosely). Just for a few hours a week.

So, to start with and to keep it light and not too long, I'm going to use this post to outline some of the things I would like to achieve and also a bit about me, all the boring shit.

So, me.. Iggy (obviously *not* my real name, but I kinda wish it was) I'm 24, female and I live in Tasmania. Out ultimate goal is self-sufficiency, eventually. Realistically that goal is about 10 - 20 years away from being achieved, but we're working towards it every day. I want to have a country house with chickens and cows and homemade butter. I want to write. I want so much and I want it all so badly that sometimes none of it seems achievable.

I love social media, particularly twitter and you can find me under the same name I post by, but be warned I'm crude and swear a lot and I'm usually pretty offensive to most people.

My boyfriend (who will, from now on, be referred to as The Boy.) works for a large company close to where we live and he hates it, much like I hate the 2 day admin job I have, but working towards a goal which makes it a bit easier knowing that our current employment is nothing but a means to an end.We have a daughter who is the absolute light of our life, we were "unexpected" parents (take from that what you will) but we're fuddling through it like two blind deaf mutes learning to dance.

I'm also a part-time student at UTAS, which I love. I'm doing my bachelor and I'm planning to major in Ancient Civilisations. I have an unmatched obsession and reverence for all things historical. The past holds my attention much better than the present does and if you knew me in real life you'd understand what The Boy has to deal with as my mind if often a year years away.I have no idea what I want to be when I grow-up. I'm still waiting to decide.

So... the point of this whole blog has been posted. This entry is pretty boring so feel free not to comment or even read it, I'll keep loving you anyway (I promise)

Merry Christmas.

Iggy. x