So, what’s next?
One day, you’re a carefree 18-year-old who’s just moved away from home to the big city. You’re living life at the tail end of your “party era” that started when you were 15.
You're on top of the world and excited to see *what’s next*.
A van kitted out for a lap around Australia.
More tattoos.
nights out in your new city (they literally have a nang delivery service!).
But then, one morning, two little pink lines appear.
Nine months later, the most beautiful little boy you’ve ever seen is laid on your chest. The journey there wasn’t easy, but now you know — this is what’s next.
Navigating life as a 19-year-old new mum is hard. Do you tell people he was an accident? Would they even believe you? You’ve always wanted to be a mum one day, so maybe it’s easier to just say he was planned. (You’ll do that a lot — somehow it feels less embarrassing.)
Will you make friends? (You’ll lose most of them, but the ones who stay and the new ones you find are worth everything you let go of, tenfold.)















