There's definitely a weird freedom that comes along with writing on a blog that hasn't been advertised to my Twitter followers, YouTube subscribers or even my parents (they'll find it though, the wily minxes). I'm free to be absolutely crap at writing, because for now I'm writing myself rather than for an audience. I could tell you all my deepest darkest secrets. I could write emo poetry. This blog is my oyster.
The past five months have been absolutely ridiculous. Over Easter I visited a friend interning in Amsterdam, then once I'd finished uni (gulp) I took a long-weekend trip to Paris with my housemate. After that I spent 2 weeks in Croatia with my family, followed very quickly by 12 days in California. I got back from my Save the Children trip to Jordan a couple of days ago, and after 24 hours at home re-packed my suitcase and jumped in the car for the 6-hour drive to St Ives. We're here in Cornwall for a week, and then I'll be back on the job-hunt for a couple more weeks before my second Save the Children trip to New York. I always wanted to spend my last summer "as a child" galavanting around the country and the world, but never got round to planning it properly - somehow it managed to happen all by itself, and I'm so grateful. Before it began I worried about wasting my last summer of freedom, looking at my calendar and imagining days and days spent lying around in my pyjamas refreshing Twitter and over-eating, but actually there's been very little time for that sort of nonsense.
Now that I'm on my sixth trip and the seventh isn't far away (like I said, RIDICULOUS) the real world looms. I've been applying for jobs like a woman possessed, and forgive me for tooting my own horn (rude) but I actually feel very qualified to run social media/online content for a company or a charity. It comes so naturally to me because it's already such a big part of my life, and I've also got the sense to know how to apply that knowledge professionally. Ideally I want to work for a charity, because although jobs in television used to be my goal and have always seemed super glam and fun, my real calling in life is to do things that very visibly change other people's for the better. Unfortunately I haven't exactly had job offers ~pouring~ in, but I refuse to give up hope. I am valuable and employable. Evanna Lynch once told me that she liked my hair. I can do this.
It's a beautiful day and I'm still in my jim jams so it's probably time to stop hiding in my room blogging and slip into some short shorts to take St Ives by storm. I've already staged a little coup and convinced my family that despite the abundance of breakfast cereal in our kitchen, tomorrow we'll be getting up at the crack of 10am and going in search of a full English breakfast (and a vegan version for me). Viva la hash browns!