Wow. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I came back from travelling... and four years since I graduated… and nine years since I left high school.
If similar thoughts often cross your mind, leaving you reeling at the fact that so much time seems to have slipped through your fingers, then (like me) you might be suffering from a bit of nostalgia. And if your memories are bittersweet, tinged with a little sting of pain, you’re not alone!
In a matter of months, lives across the world have changed beyond recognition. There’s no need for me to go into detail about the impact this has had on people – especially those who have been unfortunate enough to lose loved ones. It’s agonising to try and comprehend, so I won’t try to.
That’s the age you should have settled down with a partner. In a house, with a shared mortgage. You should have given each other a wedding ring. And you should be awaiting the birth of your first child. Oh, and I’m not done yet…
If you’ve read any of my recent blog posts or follow me on social media, I’m sure you’ll be well aware that I spent the first four months of the year in Australia and New Zealand. It really was the best experience of my life for countless reasons, one of which being that I had the breathing space and time to learn lots about myself.
I decided to wait until I was feeling anxious to write this article. It didn’t feel right to try and explain what it’s like to get so anxious that you feel suffocated unless that’s how I’d been feeling all day.
People complaining about the use of the words feminism/feminist, without taking the time to understand what they actually mean, is truly frustrating. A simple Google search will tell you that the definition is the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes. Is it wrong of anyone to want that? No. Is it wrong of anyone to deny women equality? Yes. Do we still need it in today’s society? Absolutely.
Since completing university in June with a 2:1 in English, the future has become a long stretch of empty canvas scattered with blots of uncertainty, fear and excitement, with the expectations of myself and others swirled into the mix.
Kit Karington has confirmed that his character Jon Snow is definitely, 100% dead.
Jon Snow is no more. When we all tuned in to that grisly finale episode, we thought it could be the end of sadistic Ramsay Bolton and that something may finally go right for poor Jon. Well… no. While Ramsay continues to roam around Winterfell, albeit without troubled Sansa Stark and tortured Theon Greyjoy (or Reek as Ramsay named him), our favourite bastard is dead. Continue reading →
I think that you can often tell a film’s quality by how long it stays with you after the credits stop rolling. Chris Nolan’s Interstellar, for me, was three hours viewing time, plus the rest of the day spent with the blockbuster on my mind.