Who is Scarlett?

Name: Katy Scarlett
Nicknames: Scarlett or Kitty
Age: 22
Location: A small village on the outskirts of Essex.
Occupation: Unsure.
I, like most people, have made some mistakes in my life. But it's whether you learn from them is what matters.
When I left school I was originally accepted to go to college to do fashion design and marketing. But at the time I was a love struck 16 year old and made the choice to go to a local college to do a National Diploma in Fine Art to be closer to my boyfriend. 
Six weeks into the course he dumped me for another girl.
I spent the next year determined not to quit, to show to him I wasn't bothered (I was) when I saw him in the same building everyday, at breaks and lunch, and in every room of the art department (he too was doing an art course. The same one that he had failed the year before, one that was a lower entry level than the one I was doing. Not that I'm being smug.) But I stuck it out, and despite the fact I love art, it wasn't what I wanted to do as a career.
Once the year was up, I managed to bag myself a two year apprenticeship with the best hairdressers in the surrounding areas, and loved it and told everyone that would listen, that 'this was the job for me!'. Fast forward 2 years, my apprenticeship was up, and I wasn't offered a job. That night I went home in tears, unsure of where to go or what to do, when my mum suggested I go visit my brother in Australia (she paid for the flights and visa) so with £800 to my name, three weeks later I was on a plane to the land down under, which would be my home for the next four weeks. Until that is I decided to dump my current boyfriend, thinking this was a better way of life and determined to stay in Aus. Not one of my best ideas, considering I was sharing a bedroom with my brother, had no money, no job, not the right visa to get a job, and inside secretly crying.
So with the help of my Dad (and his credit card) I flew to New Zealand, booked myself into a hostel for two weeks, and applied for a working visa for Australia. It was granted within 24 hours so I spent the next 14 days drinking, partying, singing karaoke in Irish bars at 6am and getting punched in the face by a guy hiding in the girls toilets. It was awesome, and I flew back to Australia thinking that in fact, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. I got several job interviews straight away, one hairdressers in particular was very keen.
They had whittled it down to me and one other girl. I had all the training in the products they used and wouldn't need training but unless they sponsored me, would have to change jobs after six months. The other girl, was Australian but needed training. I waited and waited and waited by the phone, not for the hairdressers, but for my ex/boyfriend. I was pining for him, cried most nights and dreamt of him flying out to join me. My dad wouldn't lend me any more money, I was skint, jobless and heartbroken with no way to get home. 
A couple of days later I was tidying up my bedroom when I found a pile of paperwork, routing through I found what looked like a flight conformation, it was was, through all the partying and tears I forgot my ticket had an expiry date of three months which meant that night I had a seat on a plane home.  A SEAT ON A PLANE HOME TO ENGLAND. I rung my dad and through everything into my suitcase. I got to the airport and was still considering whether to get on it or not, as I knew that as soon as I leave it would years before I would be back. I got on, and there was loads of drama getting back, including being stuck in Brunei for 27 hours, but I got back safe, into the arms of my boyfriend, with a voicemail saying the hairdressers were willing to sponsor me.
That was two years ago. I've since worked at some really shitty hairdressers, some fantastic hairdressers but with shit people, and nine months ago I landed my dream hairdressing job working in the city. Fast forward again 10 months, countless tears, lack of sleep, 13 hour shifts with no lunch, and I quit. I quit my dream job. 
And I've never been happier.
P.S. I'm still with my boyfriend to this day. Not the skanky one I was with when 16, the other one.