How amazing was tonight’s #clapforthenhs. I just felt so emotional sticking my head out of the window, to hear so so so many people cheering, clapping, dogs barking, pots being banged etc. It was just… More
Oh hi. So I’ve now got the keys to my flat and I’m honestly not excited. I dont know why. When I’ve told people that I’m renting they always come across like “oh only renting, you havent bought yet?”. Mate seriously. I’m also freaking the FUCK out at not being able to afford to live, damaging someone else’s property. I’m honestly not excited or happy about it all. I absolutely know I should be, but I cant snap out of this. Anyone else get like this?
Do we ever know what we truly want to do with our lives?
Are there actually people out there, that just know what they want to do and know how to get it?
I find it all so very strange.
I feel like I am sometimes absolutely not adult enough in this world to do things, and I just have no idea what to do.
Quite a few people come to me for advice, but at the end of the day I feel that people should be giving me advice.
How can I preach about this and that when I haven’t experienced it? How can I advise you to do this and that in your relationship when I am not in one myself?
How can you move out of your family home, when the rent is so high for someone to live on their own?
It’s 1am and I am having all of these thoughts.
It’s nearly finished, my first year of being 30 and it’s been different lets say.
This year I thought I would have a lot of shit together. In my childhood, teenage and even 20’s I thought 30 year old me would have a lot of shit together, but I don’t and I don’t think many 30 year olds do. I remember when I was younger thinking that 30 year olds do, and really we are all still looking for an adult.
Over the past year, I haven’t blogged that much as I have either, not been in the mood for it, been too busy or too overwhelmed.
Hopefully this will change in 2020. New decade new me? I doubt it.
Well this is a bit different isn’t it?
fyi, this is a super long post… im sorry but also not.
As you may or may not know the past few months in my life have been a bit, bonkers shall we say. It seems that in my life, things happen in a pattern where I have a day of absolute hell, then 3 days later something positive happens.
For example, in 2011 we were on holiday and we received a phone call to state that my lovely Grandad had passed, and 3 days later I got into uni and got the grades I had to get! This year, it unfortunately happened again – my Nan passed away and I got a call I never thought I would receive, from the BBC…