About the Author
Native to Toronto, now living and exploring London... and loving writing about it. I have a passion for writing, creating and exploring the world. Along the way I might find myself out of London observing everything from Tokyo's toliets to Burning Man because in the words of one of my favourite authors Dr Seuss, “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.”
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Like Neil Sedaka sang, breaking up is hard to do. Now I know that not all breakups are created equal. There is the amicable “it’s not you it’s me” to the “I curse you and your entire bloodline” but the principles are the same to getting past it and moving on. But even if you knew your conscience uncoupling was inventible, a ticking time bomb it can still hurt like a son of a bitch. It can cause the strongest of us to lose ourselves in a vat of Ben & Jerry’s with vodka chasers all the whilst singing All By Myself into a brush handle. Now in my humble opinion that’s a totally acceptable solution for the short term but trust me sooner than later you will actually need to wash your hair, leave your flat, and get your ass into the land of the living. So what is the fastest way to do that?