When I got my first job in speciality coffee at the beginning of 2016 I was living in York and pretty oblivious to how the public’s interest in a well-made cup of coffee had grown. A few months prior to this I had a gotten a V60 in a student deal run by Pact coffee and that’s how my personal interest began but the culture surrounding all things home-brew was invisible to me until I had to learn how to answer people’s questions regarding what we serving as pour over and what beans I would recommend they buy. When I came back to Liverpool later that year I was only aware of one shop in town that was serving up speciality coffee in the way many places in York already were; The Perky Peacock, Spring Espresso and Kiosk, to name a few. It seemed that the growth of coffee culture was slow in my own home city. The likes of Leeds and Manchester were already establishing themselves as cities full of cool independents to visit and yet it hadn’t quite spread here.
Last year I somehow ended up going to a salsa class, something that truly threw me out of my comfort zone so what better way to kick the year off than to do pretty much the same thing but with the addition of a pole and a lot more bruising. As much as I love to exercise, I’m not a social exerciser. Running, yoga and even going to the gym are things I thoroughly enjoy because they involve being alone and not talking to anyone. So, going to this class was less about a physical challenge and more about putting myself in a situation that makes me uncomfortable and pushing myself out of my comfort zone and guess what? I actually had a great time. Continue reading I went to a pole dancing class!
In the last couple months of 2017 I found myself struggling with maintaining my sense of fulfilment and self-worth. My partner, Dean (there you go, you finally got a proper mention) would spend his days off where he would seemingly do all these things that made him happy to the point that he was excited to tell me about them I came home.
I’m not going to go into all the very boring and (frankly) poor excuses as to why I let this blog die a little, instead I just have to accept that I did and try to pick things back up again with the hope that anyone might still care to read. With that out of the way, let’s acknowledge the start of a new year; 2018. Continue reading A Cliché Time for a Fresh Start
Today’s post is going to be something a little different, a little look in to my life as the title suggests and something that is very appropriate to talk about at the moment because it is taking up so much of the time that I used to have for writing but guess what? I really love being a barista too so I hope this bit of background will interest those who don’t know me and for the rest of you who do, you knew I would have to write about my love for coffee sometime and that time is now. Continue reading Being a Barista
I had planned on doing this blog post when I returned last Sunday, however, I had a pretty rough flight home and hardly any sleep the night before so I was too exhausted (and probably a tad too emotional) to sit down and write about leaving a city that has taken my heart.
So why did I leave?
I would like to precursor this post with the obvious; I do love Barcelona. However, like any place you live in for a while there are always things you’re going to hate and mostly that’s because other people exist and do things that drive you insane. So yes, Barcelona is great but there are somethings that just really grind on me. Here it goes:
1. The noise.
If it isn’t your neighbours having either an argument or a really loud discussion in the interior of the building whilst slamming doors in the middle of the night then it’s the street cleaners humming along at 3am that’s going to disturb your beauty sleep. Now, I am not a light sleeper. I infamously slept through a near riot happening at the pub opposite my old house in York that woke up the other 6 people I lived with. However, in a city of single glazed windows and buildings packed tightly together it’s hard to avoid disturbances. Even when you’re living in the ‘penthouse’.
Also, the metro or the street or anywhere public forthat matter is not the time to be playing a game/ watching a video on your phone with the volume on full, asshole.
Yesterday I celebrated my birthday, I know turning 23 isn’t exactly a massive milestone but with everything up in the air with where my life is heading at the moment I’ve been reflecting a lot on aspects of myself that have grown and changed over the past 10 years. So here are just a few of the important things that have positively impacted my sense of self, I’m sure some of you will be able to relate to some of these!
Sorry to people who follow me for travel and Barcelona related posts! I will continue to post about both of those topics when I have something to write about but I am also going to be writing about other things that I am interested in and have an opinion on. This post comes from the fact that I have been asked about this by a lot of my friends over the past 6 months so I figured I’d address everything I’ve been asked in one concise post.
The commercial menstrual cup was first patented eighty years ago in 1937, so the product is hardly anything new but most women, including myself, hadn’t heard of it until about a year or so ago as the popularity of the cup has risen. Today, there are several different companies that manufacture the menstrual cup, which is usually made of medical grade silicone as latex was found to irritate some women. However, I am not writing this to give you information about the history of the menstrual cup because Google is a thing.