Situational Report

Post birthday, graduation, and university blues. My 'new chapter' in life (what I decided to name leaving my friends and my much loved life in Leeds) is leaving much to be desired.

Although the thought of moving home after graduating previously filled me with horror, I am quite enjoying it. Seeing old faces and rekindling old relationships that just weren't the same when I was 150 miles away has filled me with glee over the last few months, but it has also uncovered those who are worth valuable time and effort.

As has been discussed over many cups of tea over the last few weeks; many friend have been relegated, due to not performing well this season.

And you thought the world cup was over, ay?

Being home makes me feel stuck in a time warp. Although seeing friends is fantastic, I can't help but feel I'm stuck in a rut. (I have been home just over 2 months, the rut formed rather quickly and now feels like a cavern that could give the Grand Canyon a run for it's money.) I am a self-confessed career girl. I have spent the last few years of my life spending savings on travel and accomodation for internships and work placements. I love every minute of building a career. I love the sense of adventure travelling somewhere new to work, seeing new faces, a new office, new tasks. I've never really done a girls holiday, and have always toyed with the idea of travelling, but never have committed myself.
My friend, Natalie, is currently travelling around Guatemala. To get there she had to board three different flights and travel on a chicken van. I feel that is extremely brave of her, and truely admire her (I personally don't see myself boarding a chicken van anytime soon!). When, over Easter, I worked in London for The Agency Group, one evening I rang her whilst having dinner on my own, in a restaurant just off Oxford Street. Her reaction was hilarious. She was mortified to find that I had travelled and was staying in London, on my own, knowing noone. 'Ican't believe you, you are f**king mental! As if you're not scared!', was her exact response. To which I responded with, 'Last Summer you travelled around Africa on your own!' Of course, she did not agree this was the same, but it made me think alot about priorities, and about something even more important than that: facing your fears.



One man's molehill is another man's mountain...