While my brother played footy, I made daisy chains on the sidelines. While the boys at school kicked the ball, the girls dangled from monkey bars. They played Jack in the Pack while we did cartwheels. No ever told us we couldn’t play footy but no one ever told us we could either. I always wanted to play but the only way was to join the boys’ team and be the token tomboy. So instead I choose (and loved) basketball and became a Fremantle fan for life.
I’ve worked more jobs than the average student; anything and everything from deli chick, administrative assistant, freelance writer to pyjama store sales assistant. I’ve even tried my luck helping frustrated iOS users at the infamous genius bar!
I was constantly exhausted trying to balance work, life and my university commitments which often came at the detriment of my mental health. It wasn’t until a throw-away joke made by my mum that I considered something a bit more unconventional, a job where I could call all the shots and do so from my own home.
Although I have always been fond of the inexpensive jeans at Zara or the cosy jumpers I can find at H&M, there’s just something about walking into a one-of-a-kind shop and finding something truly unique. Whether you are looking for vintage clothes, cool gifts or simply are searching for new brands, pursuing stores beyond the big brands maybe what you’re after. Melbourne holds a treasure trove of independent stores, you just need to know where to look.
When you think Melbourne you generally think inner-city laneways, coffee carts in every nook and heritage buildings that hide our trendy bars and niche art galleries. But are Melbourne’s outer suburbs getting pushed out of the limelight? Whether you find yourself somewhere in the suburban north, south, east or west, here are some hidden gems for you to check out.
Did you know that there is a graveyard of bodies underneath the carpark of Queen Vic market? If that hasn’t already spooked you away then get ready; we’re about to jump into the kookiest parts of Melbourne.
‘Victoria—The Education State’ on every third license plate was enough to convince me that Melbourne had plenty of good universities to choose from. The evaluation process should have been fairly straightforward. Does the uni have my preferred course? Is it reputable? Do I meet the entry requirements?