It's another one of those apologetic 'update' blog posts, one where I try to redeem myself for my absence that the total five readers of this blog obviously would have been so upset about.
But it's the last one, I promise. No more reappearances, no more updates - I am now finally in a place where I can finally completely emerge my self into the world of travel, culture, blog posts and an endless summer of fun - a life I've been pining for the past two years.
Since I last updated you, I jumped out of a plane (yup - parachute opened and everything was fine and dandy, even if I did feel nauseous for a good few days), finished my A-Levels and now anxiously await results day, came down with a brilliant case of tonsillitis (yum), went on a three day girls holiday to Amsterdam with my best friend Sophie, and raised £5000 of my £5650 fundraising target!
I'm living the life of someone's Instagram profile I used to stalk, wishing it was me - a life without exams and revision and coursework, a life filled with riverside drinks in the sunshine, meals out with friends, sleeping in late, exploring cities and culture, morning coffee dates, concerts, visiting old friends, walks with my dog and drowning guilt-free in the endless options on Netflix, all of which I'm now able to do without the nagging feeling at the back of my head telling me that I need to stop enjoying myself and go home and do work. I feel lighter in my strides and get a fuzzy feeling in my stomach when I stop and think I am now finally, finally the nineteen year old gal that five year old me used to envision - a happy, care free adult (if I can even classify myself as one) about to go and explore the world.
Yep - that's me hanging 30,000ft in the air!
Fleetwood Mac last night at the Genting Arena,
Birmingham
Amsterdam, June 2015
This blog post marks the fifty day countdown to India and I plan to bring you along as I prepare for my year in this stranger of a country to me, full of culture and treasure that I am yet to discover. It's real, it's happening and it's really blimmin' scary - but it's also really blimmin' exciting. Some days I stop to think about it all and I want to jump up and down and scream at the top of my voice 'I AM MOVING TO INDIA FOR A WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR! I AM NOT COMING BACK IN THAT WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR! HOW COOL IS THAT!' Other days, in particular the days when I'm having a cosy roast dinner and a laugh with my wonderful mum and dad, I get the reoccurring anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach that is telling me not to go. In hindsight, I need to man up and push that feeling aside and focus on the fizzle of excitement I've constantly been feeling for the last two years that I've been planning this move.
So - what's next? The next two rounds of jabs, training and the remaining £650 left to fund raise - alongside hours of re-watching Skins on Netflix and making the most of the English goodies I will be without for a year, namely Caffe Nero, EastEnders and Mum's pasta.
With that in mind, I shall leave you to take in my ever so excitable ramblings and eagerly wait for my next blog post, which will most likely be about my five day training course for India up on the beautiful Isle of Coll with Project Trust.
Stay golden,
L x
