I consumed what seemed to be my body weight in alcohol and ended up feeling slightly sorry for myself the following morning.

As I close my eyes I smell summer. The smell of warm olive trees laden with green olives, and of smouldering wood fuelling fires for glorious meats and fish.

I spent the majority of the night sitting on the beach with Yiannikos discussing our lives and sharing stories.

I was surprised by five of my Australian friends who all quite randomly appeared on my island paradise.

My notebook is now filled with several half started entries and I will now do my best to make sense of my chicken scratch notes to provide you all with some insight of the last few weeks.

The last two weeks have caused me to sit back and re-evaluate my entire life and everything I thought I wanted for myself.

My attentiveness to my book was interrupted today, as it seemed as though the entire beach was full of couples. Loved up, public display, no care for the presence of others- couples.

Mum and Dad called me today to check on how everything was going and to also tell me that my sister Margarita is pregnant with her second child! I am so happy for her! 

3 mojitos later I was having a very good night. It seems that tipsy Tina is slightly more confident with Greek.

I've always been somewhat of a hopeless romantic. I have one of the biggest romantic comedy movie collections seen to man and ultimately believe that there is someone out there perfect for me. I generally blame Disney for this idealism, however I can’t help but cling to the notion that ‘Mr Right’ is around the next corner

The more I talk to him the more interesting he becomes to me. This is a problem because he is not someone I should be developing interest or feelings in.

With every day that passes by on Meganissi I am feeling more and more at home. It's a strange feeling to have as I have often felt that I don't really belong anywhere. I don't want to leave this island.

I sat down with my laptop at the cafe. A man behind me leant in and asked, “Are you an artist?”. Confused by the question, I immediately asked myself– am I an artist?

Today I travelled from Athens to Meganisi. I set my alarm for 4:30am to be ready to catch a taxi to the bus depo at 5:30am.

I’ve finally done it. I’ve managed to pull myself together enough to make it to Greece alone