|I walked away from this?|
Okay, so this one time I was a blogger and had some time up my sleeve to indulge the narcissist in me by regaling [boring?] you with details of my severely mundane life and photographing the clothes on my person.
I also lived in a place that had a wicked view, unbelievably convenient access to motorways, petrol stations, malls, movie theatres, Farro, coffee, bars and every fast food restaurant you could imagine.
And then we moved.
And then I went back to work.
I now live in a severely mundane suburban family home and wouldn't dream of photographing my uniform upon my person.
I also live in a place that has a view of other peoples houses, speed bumps every 5 metres, a beach within walking distance [not a beach person, man, I'm just not a fan] three schools that clog my direct route to work, no [decent] cafes, freeview that can only access channel three or four, the world's WORST internet connection [can you call it a connection when it hardly ever connects?]