We're the ladies.

I have to hold my hands up to the fact that I'm not very good at this blog business. I think about writing a post and then I think 'oh that's not interesting enough, I'll wait until something actually interesting happens.' Well, I'm not sure what I'm expecting to happen. I think my life if pretty similar to any other 23 year old girls at the moment. Not really where I want to be, not really doing what I want to do. I met up with a friend I worked in Holland with this week, her name is Sinead and she's a writer (a very good one too) and she has a blog she updates regularly. I told her about my lack of inspiration and she has encouraged me to continue, and most importantly to write for me, not anybody else.

We had a lovely day of drinking coffee, catching up on everything that has happened to us in the almost year since we last saw one another, and planning a potentially life-changing trip for next year! Sinead also gave me a copy of her debut novel Doors which I am looking forward to reading - with a large cup of coffee and a huge slab of cake, it's what the author would want!

 

 

Since  my last entry I have managed to sort my life out a fair amount, and I know I'm in a much better head-space than I was this time last year. I've got myself a job in a bar, which is slowly destroying my social life, but hey, a girls gotta eat! I'm also working on a theatre piece that popped in to my head whilst I was literally cleaning a toilet in June. There's nothing more inspiring than doing something completely hideous and wondering how you ended up there. I am also currently drawing inspiration from the amazingly talented Lena Dunham. I watched Girls this week and it's literally amazing. Lena's work causes me to feel simultaneously inpired and jealous, and whilst I feel that Girls is something of a gospel for twentysomethings in the modern world, I do fear that the show will cause  me to become complacent about my own life - "It doesn't matter that I don't know what I'm doing with my life because neither does Hannah Horvath!". It's great to see girls in their early twenties being portrayed realistically (well as realistically as a television show can be, because lets face it, it still has to be entertaining). Most of us, frankly, don't have a clue what we're doing. The opening scene of Girls, in which Hannah's parents tell her that they will no longer be supporting her financially, was painfully close to the bone - And Hannah's response that they should be grateful their child wasn't a drug addict made me laugh because I think I may have actually said that to my parents at some point.  

 

One area in which I do know what I'm doing, however, is shopping. Since I've been home, and aside from watching TV, I have been trying to sort my bedroom out as I need to make it somewhere I actually want to spend time. I have begun by sorting out the many piles of clothes and organising them neatly on to a clothes rail. This is the result;

 

 

It's funny how something  so simple can actually make you feel so much clearer mentally. Of course this is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the amount of clothing I own - the rest are relegated to drawers and a wardrobe I'm considering getting rid of in lieu for another clothes rail. I prefer being able to see all the clothes I own so I can make informed choices. The amount of times I've forgotten I own something because it's at the bottom of a drawer somewhere, meanwhile I end up rotating the same five outfits for about 3 weeks!

 



So job situation and clothes-rail sorted for the time being, myself and my dear friend Leona have made plans to go to Venice for two nights next month, I have a lovely Sunday/Monday planned celebrating my best friends birthday. I am also religeously watching Homeland, The X Factor and Coronation Street, which, you know, takes time.

 

Lastly, just a special mention for my friend Sarah who I shared a tent with this summer. She came to visit me last week and we drank cocktails and ate tapas. We looked after each other in France and her friendship is one of the best thing's that came out of my summer in Benodet.

 

 

 

 

 



 



An Introduction.

So here's the deal.

I turned 23 a month and half ago and honestly it scared me - anyone older than 23 will roll their eyes at that I'm sure. I've done some pretty wonderful thing's in my life, but a couple of rather sobering experiences recently have made me realise that it's time for me to get my act together, grab life with both hands and shake out every possible cliche you can imagine.

So I'm documenting this, my 23rd year, and hoping that it will be interesting and eventful enough to make a half decent blog out of.

My 23rd birthday saw me drinking cocktails and falling into thorn bushes in a little seaside town named Benodet in Brittany, France - where I spent my summer.

At 23 am I now too old to have nights like this? One of the many terrifying thoughts that has entered my head since my birthday. Other worries include; how long can I continue dressing the way I want to? And should I really still be doing seasonal work?

(I do intend to dedicate an entire post to my time in Benodet, along with my time spent in Holland the summer before.)

I have been back in Liverpool for a little over a week now and have spent it mainly catching up with friends and scrubbing the last of the dirt from under my fingernails.

Highlights of the week include:

Getting my hair done  - yay!

 

Gin &Tonic's.

 

Chai Tea.

 

& a night on the tiles (in a new Topshop playsuit).

 

All in all it feels good to be home, I'm missing the people I lived and worked with of course, and I'm missing the hectic-ness of the job itsself, but there's a lot to be said for having hot running water and a real bed.