“Our problems weren’t real” was the reason I walked from a secured, jet-set relationship bubble. Navigating myself on a path of forever minding my own psyche like a brick-and-mortar for how did I go from “We have already eaten at this restaurant this week” to “What the fuck I have do in order to put a decent meal on the table?” I am a sommelier in training. I am pairing memories of mixed pain and pleasure in the most delightful way possible, and, as always, adding a twist of humour for those with a sick heart like mine who dare to laugh in the face of fate to takeaway
Sammy Holiday | Writer 