Lydia Rees

On the 18th of January 2019, I sat in the airport of Samoa on my phone; preparing via messenger to head off to the beach with my family once I land in Sydney. Another spontaneous beach trip for the Rees Family. Not only did I try to contain my excitement for coming home but the excitement of being with my cousins all together again. I finally land in Fiji for a layover and for some reason, could not connect to the wifi. I was hoping to see the chit chat on the group message between my siblings and cousins but just could not connect to the wifi for the life of me. Fiji to Sydney, I finally touch down and go through security as quickly as I can to get to my ride, eager for the adventure to start. In the distance I see our car to hurry with my luggage, I arrive at the car and not a single person in that car hopped out to help me put my luggage in. Okay rude. I opened up the door with an ear to ear smile " soooooo what beach are we going to? are the others coming in the van? ".

Talofa my hunnies, and welcome to another un-necessary post by your favorite gal. This blog will be posted un-announced so if you are reading this, thank you. Take a seat, relax and read on... ______ In 2010 when I made the transition into high school, I always heard from seniors or older friends that graduation is the beginning of the end. The end of what? My Life? My Sexiness? What ending drew closer to me day by day that I didnt even know about. And as I sit in my office, I can understand how for some people, becoming an adult is "the end". I graduated high school in 2015, and had very big plans to go to university, study my brains off to become a lawyer, or a doctor etc. I even dabbled into the idea of becoming a police officer, study at Charles Sturt and everything. After high school I didn't even wait to catch my breath and before you know it, I was a telesales agent working in the city. Having no back ground in telesales, not even an ounce of experience and I

The Other Side of The Mountains "distance makes the heart grow fonder" Written and Published by Lydia Rees  ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Hi. My name is Lydia. I’m 21. Living alone. Far from home.  So you’re probably asking ( or maybe not ), how I came to find my self in this situation. Alone, far from home. It’s nothing special really, but I thought I would share my story anyways. As always my hunnies, sit down, relax, and read on... In 2017, I accepted a job that would inevitably change my life. New to the workforce, a few weeks of unemployment and my life a mess, this was one thing that seemed responsible, getting a job. A front office guest service agent position at Qu est Apartments Hotel in which I remained