Packing your life into a suitcase is hard enough when you’re going on holiday for two weeks, let alone two months. In fact, I’m going to have to be painfully brutal to even stand a chance of squeezing the basics into my medium sized, 15kg max suitcase. The pair of heels that go with my floral dress, the bikini that I love but which makes me look fat and that fifth Harry Potter book which I have really been meaning to read, will all have to be left behind. Painful, but necessary. However, before I can even begin to think about selecting my clothes, folding them into my suitcase and inevitably sitting on the darn thing as I desperately wrestle with the zip, I must complete my shopping. There are flip flops to be purchased, a year’s worth of kirby grips to be bought and a bikini which has the magical qualities of transforming me into Cheryl Cole, to be located. Ah, holiday shopping really is a tough old job. In fact, before all of this there is Read More
Being 18 seems to be a pretty big deal. For many, it signals the end of youth and the beginning of adulthood, whilst for others it simply marks the beginning of a lifetime of legal drinking. Although being able to thrust ID confidently in the direction of a bouncer, knowing that the date spells out your legal right to drink is really quite satisfying, for me the best thing about being 18 is the change that it will inevitably bring. I will be 18 when I embark on my solo adventure in Italy. I will be 18 when I meet people who, I’m sure, will change my life forever. I will be 18 when I experience new and exciting cultures, and I hope that in 20 years time I will look back and think, ’18, that was a good age’. Of course, an 18th birthday brings something that whilst being slightly less enriching than a promise of a new life, is equally as satisfying: food, and lots of it. From birthday cake, adorned with hand-picked rose petals, to an antipasto Read More
Today it is my birthday. Today I got a Nikon D3000 Today I am happy.