I'm the Kind Of Girl Who....

Who am I? It a question we all ask. What kind of girl am I? What do I like? What don’t I like? Well I’m that girl who…

This idea hit me earlier this week on the train, thanks to a hilariously chaotic moment. Picture this: I was wedged in the middle of a packed train carriage during rush hour, desperately trying to elbow my way through the crowd to get off. (Pro tip: during peak hours, always sit or stand near the doors—never in the middle of a sardine-can carriage!) As …