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.
My New Years resolution this year was to make an effort to reduce the amount of waste I create and so far I am finding it somewhat hard. Here are some things that I have realised so far: Continue reading Waste not, Want not but We Want, Want,Want…
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!
This week’s blog post is dedicated to one of my oldest and closest friends, who is about to embark on the experience of a lifetime so most of this will be directed to her but, hey you other people might get something from it! Bon voyage, Helen!
The months that lead up to my move to Barcelona were nothing particularly unusual or anxiety inducing. I had been accepted for my TEFL course way back in the February and wasn’t actually leaving until the end of September, it was all so far away. Four weeks before I was set to leave with flights booked, course paid for and accommodation sorted I still wasn’t quite feeling it, it didn’t really feel like I was leaving to start a new life in a new place where I knew nobody but that’s what was about to happen. It wasn’t until the few days before my flight that nerves set in, mostly just my fear of flying to be honest because really, deep down I was just excited.
In the time that lead up to me leaving I had so many people call me brave for doing such a thing and ask me if I was scared and I thought it was odd at first that I kept getting asked these things because I wanted to do this. That is why I applied for it in the first place and planned it all meticulously for months before I even applied for my course. This is what is important to remember about times like this, times where you are about to throw yourself into the unknown and feel that twinge of nervousness. You have to remind yourself that no one is forcing you to do this, you chose to do this and in a year from now you’re going to get to say to people who you have travelled to all these amazing places, met some incredible people and maybe best of all, you got paid for it at the same time. Doing something like moving to another country, travelling or (as you’re going to do, Hel) working on a cruise ship is going to be one of those things that you look back and realise how it helped shape you and make you grow. Isn’t that insane? Isn’t that beyond exciting to know what lies ahead of you is not only going to give you some unforgettable memories but serve as a way to better yourself even more?
Personally, I know that I felt like I had already come so far before my own little adventure; I wasn’t sure how much further I really had to go from there but experiences like this will propel you towards who you are meant to be, that best version of you, in ways you cannot fathom yet. You are going to have a wonderful time, I can guarantee you that and I can also guarantee that home will still be waiting for you when you return and we will all be loving and missing you from it.
When it comes to travelling I normally try to go somewhere new because if I am going to put myself through the trauma of getting myself on a plane it may as well be for a place I have never been to before but sometimes holidays like that don’t feel like a holiday at all. When you land in a new city, desperate to see the sights and try out some new food, while figuring out where you are staying and generally gathering your bearings it doesn’t leave much time for relaxing in the end. Luckily, I get at least one week of R&R a year when I head to the center of France with my parents (and special guests sometimes) and proceed to eat my weight in croissants and power through as many books as possible. Continue reading Rest & Recuperation in Limousin
We are back! As I am going to France next week and will take a week off from blog writing (nothing new at the moment, let’s be honest) I thought I would throw another Inside my Diaries out so I have sufficient time to recover from the embarrassment whilst I enjoy the isolation of the French countryside. Here we go again: Continue reading Inside my Diaries: Part Four (2006-2007)
I almost never leave a book unfinished. My logic is that if I have already committed to reading 100 pages I may as well just continue even if I’m not enjoying it because maybe it will get better; this has only worked out once with Life of Pi. I have been told that as I get older I’ll do this less and less because I won’t want to waste time on books I don’t enjoy but for now I thought I would dedicate some words to those books I didn’t finish, I may have given up on them but I’m sure they are someone’s favourites.
It won’t be news to any of you that I am not a theatre critic so don’t be expecting some in-depth review of the writing and the acting that I was lucky enough to enjoy on Saturday night – this is more just about the group and the evening. If you haven’t been to or heard of The Brink before its a community cafe and Liverpool’s first dry bar, which does make it’s location a little ironic as it is a stones throw away from the bulk of Liverpool’s clubs, bars and nighttime spots. Continue reading Liverpool Playwrights at The Brink
So, I am painfully aware that I haven’t been consistently updating this blog twice a week like I used to but to be honest life has just been getting in the way. Some good things are keeping me busy like having more hours at work and also taking on some more responsibilities but some not so good things have had an impact on my life in the past couple of months. That doesn’t mean anyone should worry about me though, I’m okay. This just means that instead of trying (and failing) to get a blog post out every Wednesday and Sunday I will only be posting on Wednesdays for the foreseeable future. This means a mixture of cultural stuff, writing stuff and maybe some coffee stuff! I hope all of you who enjoy reading my posts will appreciate the fact that by doing this I’ll be producing more entertaining and generally just better content instead of focusing on trying to get something out at the ‘right time’.
Look out this Wednesday for a new post and I hope you all stick with me through this new posting schedule!