Profile
Blog
Photos
Videos
Birmingham, UK
Home isn't where the heart is....
England.Birmingham.Home.
Unusually my blog hasn't started from a destination, but right here at home, my bedroom actually. I've always admired people who keep travel diaries, to remember those special moments, but i've always been a picture person, a picture speaks a thousand words as they say.
i've tried the travel diary, infact the best one i've done has been a series of stick men describing my time in America last year. Other than that, others have been unsucessful. I need to find out what to write about, what's important and what's not, what to leave out and what to elaborate on. But I guess that's what this blog's about, to learn what matters. Feelings over thoughts or thoughts over feelings? There's nothing more embarassing than looking back over immature confused whiny comments about things that didn't even matter.
Travel diaries... I've watched people take time out of their day to log memories, but surely by doing this there is potential to miss making more?I didn't want to waste any time! But then there are the others that write every time they have a spare few minutes, but surely some of the best experiences of your life shouldn't be scribbled down in a rush or half remembered?
So here I am attempting my first online blog. I've been in Birmingham solidly now for 10 months (bar a small holiday to Gran Canaria for my 21st) I am actually meant to be in the south of France with my boyfriend, that was the original plan, but unfortunatly that fell through. Hence the staying at home, in hope to save up for my next big adventure. Unfortunatly again, this also didn't happen. Since France fell through in March, I've had about 5 jobs which in turn also didn't work out. The most recent being in a high fashion store, and there's nothing like fashion store colleagues to make you realise how just uncool you are and how perfectly okay that is! Working in a music/dvd shop for about 3 years on and off and a paintball centre previous to that, I jumped at the chance to work in fashion, however turns out I much prefer talking about superheros,gory horror movies and even guns to false nails and fake tan.
In between odd jobs here there and everywhere I attemped university, also in Birmingham, which I feel now was probably a bad move. The paintballing, try everything once, bungee jumping, sky diving, travelled to thailand alone, addrenalin junkie I thought that I was, joined an adventure tourism course after running away to Australia at the thought of a boyfriend going off me.
Well other than the lectures being completely boring, I found myself not as adventurous as I had once thought, I was the least experienced and found myself worrying about if my bum looked big in this harness or how hideous some of this outdoor clothing was.
So this is me, inspired somewhere between sex and the city and into the wild. I find myself once again compeletly lost, broken hearted and getting the hell out of here. Leaving the question will i always have to run away?Or was this not running away? Just spreading my wings? Birmingham has run out of things for me, and I knew that a long time ago, I need my own space, my own place, a new place, a new story, and maybe a break up is what I needed, and I'm pretty sure he knew that, and for that I will always love him.
So here's to New Zealand, and my next adventure.
- comments