As a recent city girl, I found refuge in binge-watching all 94 episodes of Sex and the City, as well as the two films that were made years after.
I often find my mind drifting, wishing there were a time machine that would drop my friends and I to 1920s New York City.
The last year has been extremely tough for relationships, and not just romantic ones.
January is always a bit of a hard month, and was made even harder this year with yet another lockdown sprung upon us.
We all have those days where we just can't seem to keep up a smile, everything is dull and the idea of being happy isn't an option because, frankly, we can't be bothered.
It's funny how many English people will say "nah, not really, just never got 'round to it", if you were to ask them if they had seen much of the UK.
When on a trip, wherever you are, you will always come across the same belly dropping sadness that comes when you (finally) zip up your suitcase and give the room that was your week long home a last glance.
I wake up and it's dark, not because of the weather, but because I had managed to cover my entire head with the giant duvet we have been blessed with.
It's 5am on a dark January morning, and I am awoken by a familiar sound, usually, one I hear when I am still drunk from the night before, mind cloudy from bottles of prosecco I might as well have been hit around the head with rather than their contents being poured into my bottomless glass.
If you are an active Netflix addict like the rest of us, then you have more than likely come across Zac Efron, yes Troy from High School Musical, and friend Darin Olien in their new series, Down to Earth.