Today's post will be in the format of esteemed blogger Delightfully Tacky, who has a wonderful habit of posting lovely, self-taken shots of her latest stylings in between portions of interesting narrative and musings on her life. Here's mine. You can just scroll through the pictures if you want, as some may do with Tacky's and as I used to do. Now, I read.
I'm counting down the final few days until I am moving to London. For those of you who don't know, I'll be interning for three months in the PR and fashion media industries - my dream industries - and, fingers and everything else crossed, will be able to find a related job while I'm there. I'll be living south of the river in a room in a flat full of strangers. I'm going there to find a job, make some new friends, and start on the path I've wanted to get onto for years.
But now, I read, I panic, then I smile, and remember that I've decided this, that this is no-one's life but mine. If it doesn't work out, I can come home to a strong and stable home, savings, friends, a city I know and love. Safety. Walking the tightrope. I have a net, but it's just there in case I need it, not because I'm actually going to fall.
I was speaking to a friend over a drink recently, and we were discussing points in our life when we were happiest. I said I was happiest in my first year of university, because I was young, free and single, with everything to play for. He looked at me for a second and then reminded me that that's exactly the situation I'm in now.
So here I am. Young, though not forever.
Free - no bad debts, no-one who needs my support, no obligations and all the time in the world. Single. And with nothing to lose and everything to gain.