Whilst on the bus today, I had a moment of thinking what’s happened in my life and why!
What triggered it was two women fighting on this bus, yep a proper fight, and it made me just zone out into my own little world and go through the process called “My life”.
One of the girls was a young girl, swearing and cursing the other woman because she had sat in the seat first. Stupid I know, but it was clear that she was bought up differently to other people (I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but it’s what I was thinking.)
So anyway, back to me, it made me think back to before University and deciding what I wanted to do in my life. I’m still not sure even now but what’s happened in the past year and a half has all happened for a reason – well, that’s my motto anyway!
Since having a change of heart after receiving my A Level results and moving to the Capital, a lot has happened and it has changed me and the way I think.
I have gained a boyfriend who I love dearly.
I have created this blog (so this might not even exist in my other life’s path)
I have met some of the best people. Friends, bloggers, contacts, possible collaboraters. And it’s been great.
I have been to some of the best events for Naked Fashions and met influential people.
I have lived in one of the best places on the planet (in my opinion – until I go to NY)
I was on that bus to witness the feud, to reminisce about my life and be grateful for everything.
And you might think this is just a bit of rubbish, but I honestly believe that Everything Happens For a Reason and your fate is already planned for you. I changed from studying English Literature at Portsmouth to Journalism at Roehampton and I believe that it has bought the best fortune onto me. It’s open a lot of doors and given me the opportunity to explore.
“The world is your oyster”
At the moment, London is my oyster (excuse the pun) and I want to make the most of it.
On the return journey of that bus, I saw a sign for Portsmouth and it made me smile. I realised how far I had come and it inspired me to write this post.
As some of you may have been aware, I went on a weekend away with my boyfriend.
We went to Bath and Bristol for Saturday and Sunday and it was such a great chance to spend some time together and really appreciate each other’s company.
We got up early on the Saturday morning and began our travels West to the beautiful city of Bath.
On our way we noticed that we’d be driving by the Stonehenge in Amesbury. It was such a lovely day so we decided to stop and take a look. We were taken by a little shuttle bus up to the ruins and spent some time walking round and taking photos. It was quite surreal. Hearing stories about it’s origins made it seem kind of supernatural and magical.
We started again on our travels to Bath and arrived around lunch time. (We were aiming to get there for breakfast but the Stonehenge was spontaneous and pushed it back to Brunch!)
We had looked up a Café in the centre of Bath that looked lovely for lunch and went there. It was called Wild Café.
If you live in Bath, go there. If you live near Bath, go there! And if you’re thinking of going to Bath anytime, go there!! I would seriously recommend it.
It’s a cute, quirky little café that had a range of breakfast/lunch/brunch options to choose from. I opted for a bacon and cheese burger (like I always do) and it was one of the greatest I’ve ever tasted. It was accompanied with homemade chips with the skin left on, fantastic. Fred (my boyfriend if you hadn’t guessed) went for the mussels. They smelt, looked and tasted divine: a real sensory experience.
After lunch, we took a walk around Bath. This was the worst part for me because I have hurt my toe, but it was beautiful nonetheless. We went to see The Circus, The Royal Crescent, Jane Austen’s tea rooms and much more. The weather held out for us so it was great to be able to spend time outside in the fresh air. The air felt different, cleaner and much purer than London air. Weird.
By the time we’d seen the sights, we decided to make our way over to Bristol to the hotel we were staying at.
The hotel we stayed at was right in the centre of Bristol called The Grand. It was a gorgeous hotel that was lit up by purple lights at night (yay, purple is my favourite colour!) We checked in, went to our room and immediately threw ourselves onto the bed. It was lush! There’s usually that strange feeling of “oh, we’re here now, what do we do?” but we didn’t. We knew that we wanted to go to the health centre that was right next door to the hotel. It had a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, a steam room and a sauna. It felt great to unwind after the long day trawling through the history of Bath.
After relaxing for a while, we went back to our room to get ready and go out for dinner. All dressed up, looking nice, we walked through the streets to find somewhere acceptable to eat. Bearing in mind it was Saturday, people would have been getting drunk, we were just looking for food. We found a place right on the riverside called Severn Shed which served amazing food. Seafood, burgers, steaks, you name it – they served it! Fabulous.
I was totally stuck for choice but finally decided to have skewers – one with chicken and chorizo and the other with king prawns. Fred was talking about having a Steak all day so that’s what he went for. And of course he chose the biggest one.
We sat and had a drink, waiting for our food over candlelight when we saw the waiter bringing our food. Our eyes lit up. The waiter stripped the skewers right before our eyes, I was salivating I think. (I don’t have a photo of that because I was just loving it too much!) He plonked down Fred’s huge steak and we dug in. I think we both scoffed too much because we soon started to slow down and begin to struggle with the food. I burped (a lot) and was able to carry on. What a trooper I am. A DJ started mixing (or whatever you call it) and this is the moment I wanted to leave. It went from a cute, romantic meal, to eating in a nightclub in seconds. Also, I was so exhausted from the day I just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep/cuddle.
I slept quite well, considering the bed was actually slightly hard. We lounged around in bed for a while before heading down the breakfast. It was in such a lovely restaurant area with crystal chandeliers and posh carpets (I have to admit, I felt slightly out of place!) Walking past all the options, my mind was spinning in excitement of all the things I could eat. Cooked breakfast, cereal, yoghurts, cakes, everything. It was beautiful. I went for the English breakfast to begin with. It was lovely, which was a surprise because hotel breakfasts are usually cheap and bland. But I have to say it was cooked to perfection and the presentation was immaculate. Half way through eating, I started thinking about having some cereal – rookie mistake, I know, but I just fancied some Rice Crispies. So that’s what I went for. Please don’t judge me. I then spotted a croissant which was all alone on the shelf so I quickly swooped in, picked it up and rushed back to my table as if I’d just committed the crime of the century.
After breakfast, went back to our room, showered, got ready and checked out of the hotel.
We then made our way to the shopping centre that was 5 minutes walk from there.
It was a modern place with so many levels and branches I had no idea where to go first or which way to head. After much walking and shopping, we came across a bubble tea place. I had never tried one before so I had no idea what to get or which one was best. I just panicked and chose a Vanilla one. It was nice but I still have absolutely no idea what it is or what the point in it was. Ooops!
We then decided to leave the beauties of Bristol and head back towards Bath for the reason that Fred chose there anyway – the Natural Spas. (We were supposed to go on Saturday but the queue was HUGE and we were too tired to wait.)
They. Were. Terrific.
There was a heated rooftop pool with spectacular views looking across the whole of Bath. It had jets that soothed my aching feet and hurting legs. On another level, there were scented steam rooms. Fused with elderflower, ginger, cricklewood and eucalyptus, they all were so calming that I nearly fell asleep. I had to get out after a couple of minutes and step under the cold showers. And when I say ‘cold’, I mean ice cold. It was great. On another level, they had a pool similar to the rooftop one but with lights to help de-stress and unwind. I felt so unwound after a long weekend, all my problems seemed to just float away for a split second.
I couldn’t get any photos of the inside because we weren’t allowed phones or cameras. A girl took her phone in for a cheeky selfie on the rooftop but I didn’t want to break the rules so I kept mine in the locker.
I would highly recommend going to these if you’re thinking of going to Bath at all. They make you feel so cleansed and calm that you just feel stress-free for the 2 or 4 hours that you’re in there.
We then went for dinner at a traditional, old pub and it was the perfect ending to the most perfect weekend. I just sat and thought about how nice it was to spend time alone with my boyfriend and not have to worry. I couldn’t thank him enough in the car on the way home, he told me off for saying it too much, but I meant it every time.
I was reading a post yesterday on Scarphelia and it inspired me to write a post about where life is heading!
Many people ask “What do you want to do after University?” and my answer is still non-existent.
It’s like when you were little and your teacher would ask “Now Liam, what do you want to be when you grow up?” An astronaut, a fireman, a popstar were probably the answers I gave. But growing up, you realise these are ridiculous and you actually have to think of a ‘proper’ job.
I’m in University and still have absolutely no idea what I want to do. I have ideas and dreams but they seem impossible right now. I know people say that nothing is impossible, but at the moment I seem to be stuck in a rut.
And then people ask me why I have a blog? I’m hoping for something to come from it I guess. To make people notice, to see what I have to offer and to see what I am capable of doing – a sort of portfolio.
In my lecture yesterday, my lecturer asked the class who had a blog and what they aimed to achieve from having one. Most people said exactly the same thing, “I’m hoping to get something from it”
It’s true. Everyone is hoping for something to happen.
But I also love the readership of blogs. The people that are there to support you and give you feedback on what you write is beautiful. The relationship in the blogosphere is something that’s special and makes you feel like you can relate to everyone else doing the same thing.
Anywho, back to the subject of finding the right path in life. It’s difficult to focus on where my life is heading at the moment because everything is so up in the air. I’m just taking everyday as it comes, completeing essays and creating those all important contacts that will come in handy when I graduate (which is in just over a year, eek!)
I’m taking life with a pinch of salt and facing every challenge when it approaches. There’s no easy way around life and you just have to play it.
Get pregnant and have the baby! (Obviously not me personally but it’s an example, okay?)
Go from the bottom to the top. (Again, my dream!)
But something different has happened to me in the last year. This time, around a year ago, I went on the first date with, my now, boyfriend. It sounds so strange to think that at that time we had no idea about one another and now feeling so comfortable around each other that everything seems perfect.
We have shared some of the most amazing times together. We’ve had days out to the National History and Science Museums in South Kensington (that was a great day!) to nights out with his and my friends (those were great, of what I remember.)
People probably won’t care what I have to say but I just feel the need to express how I feel and blogging seems a great way to do it – that’s what a blog is for right?!
One time, we went to the RSPCA Centre and fell in love with 2 of the dogs there. From then on, we started planning our lives around adopting these dogs (Humphrey and Ruby) and talking about baby’s and marriage. Wow, this all sounds so cringy when I write it. But it’s honestly how I feel and it makes me happy to know that young people can be in love.
You see people who have been together for a couple of weeks dropping the “L-Bomb” all over social networks and that makes me sad. Thinking you love someone so quickly and when you’re so young can be damaging. It could be over in a heartbeat and then you’ve lost the person you “love”. It really is disheartening.
There is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them.
The difference is their ability to be themselves, no matter how silly, stupid or dumb they might be, and still love them.
So yes, I would say I’m in love because I’ve had a year to figure it out and grow to love the person I want to spend my life.
I know I’m only 20, and it sounds sightly hypocritical as to what I previously said, but I’m embracing it and imagining what could happen in the future.
So, to my boyfriend, I love you.
to my followers, I hope you don’t hate me for writing something out of the ordinary
and to the people who say their “in love”, don’t do it if you really don’t mean it.