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 statements often cross your mind, leaving you reeling at the fact that so much time has 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.
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.
Dust down your coats and woollies – Autumnis upon us, and this year has seen the season revert back to the good old days of traditional earthy shades, with some bold colours to break things up. Whether you team jackets with scarves, jeans with jumpers or jerseys with hats, you can stay warm, dry and still look fantastic in the months leading up to Christmas festivities.
University so far has been the most bizarre, hilarious, challenging and lazy time of my life. Therefore apologies if I get a little carried away with this one – there’s a lot to say!
In September 2013, I moved into the 9th floor of a huge block of flats with immense amounts of clothes, books, stationary and stuff I probably (definitely) didn’t need. A prime example is high heels, which I wore once in nine months, plus a load of similar jumpers and hundreds of socks and items I never use/wear/remember owning. Continue reading →