General, Travel, University

Back to the Future

Before I left to travel, before I graduated University, before I chose my University course, I was thinking about what I was going to do. What career would I pursue? Where would I consider living? Fairly big life questions all things considered, and to be honest, I ust didn’t want to think about making them yet. So I decided to travel. Continue reading “Back to the Future”

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So which is it then….?

A few weeks ago, when I was new to the blogging game and fresh out of University, I posted this: The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning? I have had a few weeks to think about things, think about niches and alike, and just get used to blogging and life after university, and have 100% decided that it is the end of the beginning!

Everything really does feel like it’s ending, it’s been a summer of the things. I have finished education, which, considering it has been the focal point of much of my life for the past 18 years is a pretty huge thing. I can’t believe I am already a month on from graduation, it seems like yesterday I arrived at Lancaster for the first time, never mind the final time I would leave. I’ve made so many friends over that time, learnt a lot about so much, and grown from a small child to a not so small adult.

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I <3 Liverpool

I’m not normally one to randomly write I ❤ …… but I have decided that when it comes to Liverpool, that sums up my feelings well. I realise I start sentences/posts with ”I’m not normally one to…” or ”I don’t usually…” but this really is one of those cases.

magic of liverpool
”The magic of Liverpool is that it isn’t England” Margaret Simey

I have lived in Liverpool since birth. I am 100% a scouser through and through. I often say to people that Liverpool is the greatest city on Earth, and I sort of believed it. It wasn’t like I didn’t believe what I was saying, but I really took all the great things about the city for granted. Having friends up this weekend has reaffirmed my love undoubtedly, and even though we just aimlessly walked round the city, it is mightily impressive.

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Marathons, Marvel, and Murder: A week in the life of a bored graduate

I am a Graduate. It has been official for a week now. Well, 8 days. I have uploaded all the photographs and shown them to various interested parties. I have written a post about it here to capture my thoughts on the day. I have ordered my official photographs. I’ve organised my certification and booklets from the day. Once that was done, which took me all of one afternoon, I have literally done nothing. A complete, huge, diddly squit. Nada.

The big things I meant to do were locate my passport and tidy/organise my bedroom. I would like to stress at this point that I don’t think my passport is lost, I have filed it in an EXTREMELY safe place, I have just forgotten where that place is. Very annoying, especially as I am travelling soon and need to begin organising visas etc. Let’s not panic yet, eh? And my room. Well I have been meaning to do that since I graduated. I did quite a bit when I first moved back in, but it’s really not as simple as that. My room is small, and I have a lot of stuff, and at the moment I have issues with actually moving in there. I find that when I try to sort stuff, the space I put it into to sort then blocks the place I am trying to sort it into, and vice versa. And with the hot weather (I really do my best not to complain too much with the weather, and just to be thankful when it is warm, but…) being so attractive at the moment, I just don’t want to lock myself away in a room that is already pretty damn stuffy and heat filled. I will get it done. At some point. Before my parents get home from their holiday.

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Don’t cry because it is over. Smile because it happened.

Me at graduation
Me at graduation

Graduation. I’ve been through 18 years of education, and I come out of it with a piece of paper, and a mountain of photographs. Today, well yesterday now technically, I graduated from Lancaster University with a degree in Geography. I can now have BSc Hons at the end of my name. Not that I am going to start writing my name with that on the end, but it is nice to know I could do, y’know, if I wanted to.

Real-life, and future, and careers, and ‘what are you going to do next?’ As soon as you finish one chapter, everyone starts asking about the next. Today has made me realise that it’s fine to not know what I want to do, because I reckon I was definitely in the majority with the slight feeling of being lost. I’ve decided that is a good thing now. I will hopefully just wander until I fall into something I enjoy.

After hours of wearing those robes, I was a) boiling, and b) suddenly aware of how I walk normally. De-robing made me realise how heavy the robes etc were. I was quite content in them, and even though we all looked like idiots in the sun on a warm day, robed in extra-layers, extra black layers, it was a nice feeling to be able to wear them. I don’t feel that happy with all the photos, but I am so glad we took way too many. I mean, way way way too many. We are talking hundreds. There were some candid ones that we didn’t realise we being taken, which was a nice surprise, we all look so happy.

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I Could Be Olympic Champion One Day…

First off, I would like to clarify my post title here. I could most definitely be Olympic Champion One Day if any of the following disciplines were made into olympic sports:  ”Watching the most hours of a single TV series in the shortest amount of time” or ”Excessively marathoning TV and film” or ”Spending too much time in front of the TV whilst also blogging and tweeting on the laptop” or ”Staying up way later than I planned because I only have 2 episodes of the season left”. Seriously, I am an expert at all of the above.

I would say that my special skills started to manifest themselves at school, most notably when the second season of The OC started to air in the UK and I hadn’t seen the first season yet, and to make sure I saw it all in time, I borrowed my friend’s DVD box-set, and watched all 24 episodes of season 1 in a week. Yes, it definitely went downhill from there. At the time, I was not aware that this would develop and evolve into what can only be described as a ”super-power”. I hesitate to use that word, but I think it probably qualifies as one at the moment.

During my gap year, and my less than enjoyable first year at University, I honed this skill into an art-form more closely representing my marathoning capabilities today. My ex-boyfriend and I probably spent more time than we should have locked away watching films and TV shows, a trend I continued throughout University. By the end of first year, I think I peaked, I mean, I marathoned the first season of Prison Break in about 36 hours. Ridiculous: yes. Tiring: Yes. Worth: Absolutely. From this point onwards I realised I should utilise this to watch as much as I can, even if it means watching  back to back extended edition of Lord of the Rings with my housemates whilst planning tactical naps and snack breaks, or annoying them with my latest crush, almost entirely dependant on whether the lead character in the new TV show I have started watching is attractive/funny/clever/a spy/a criminal/all of the above (*cough*Neal Caffrey*cough*Derek Morgan*cough*)

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Home, Sweet Home…?

Earlier this week, I stood on Lancaster Railway station waiting for the 14:39 Virgin train to London Euston for the las time, and I had a thought: “Do I Instagram this moment? It’s probably significant.” I never bothered, can’t say (yet) that I regret that. I still haven’t had that “this is it, this is the end moment” that everyone else on my Facebook feed seems to be having. I haven’t completely moved out of Lancaster yet, a load of my stuff still sits in my house there, but I have moved back into my parents house until I travel in September, so full all intents and purposes, I no longer live there. Maybe it will hit me when I need to find places in my room for all my stuff, or when I pack the last box of kitchen utensils for the last time, or maybe it will be when I stand alongside my friends at Graduation. I just don’t see it happening. Even though I won’t be able to go back like my friends will next year, when they need a break from the real world, I just don’t really get that end moment.

There are things about being home that are just awesome: having a decent shower, the ability to have a nice relaxing bath without feeling like you’re in a cave with a cave troll jumping above you (our extractor fan was rather noisy), being able to sit downstairs without worrying about next doors cat climbing through the window, having a big TV that has sky and HD and record and shows sport how it should be watched, the dishwasher (not having to wash all the dishes is vastly underrated) a separate washer and dryer, a garden, cars to pop to the shops in, better food, bath towels (not Disney beach towels – as much as I love them, there is nothing like getting out of the bath and wrapping yourself in a fluffy bath towel), family, and Liverpool.

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