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.
Last week, I drove up to Scotland with my parents to visit family for a few days. As there was a surprise birthday party to prepare for that I couldn’t really help with, I escaped to Glasgow city centre for the day to do some of the things I hadn’t had a chance to do on my previous visits. This (obviously) began with a trip to a coffee shop in the West End, a part of the city I hadn’t explored too much in the past. I chose to visit Avenue Coffee based off the good reviews I had seen online and its location next to the Botanic Gardens; my destination for the day despite the unsurprisingly dreary weather. Continue reading A Day in Glasgow
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
This week, I was lucky enough to visit a new city in a new country; Lisbon. The original plan for my first holiday of the year had been a trip to Amsterdam (finally) but owing to the nature of booking so late and during peak holiday season it was a little out of my price range so Amsterdam is just going to have to wait for me a little longer. However, all was not lost as myself and my friend, Yvie, landed on Lisbon as a place we both wanted to visit so at the end of last month we booked ourselves flights and an Airbnb for a little 5 day holiday. Continue reading Lisbon: A strange but endearing city
Before Barcelona there was York. York was the city I chose to spend my university years in; big enough to meet plenty of new people and small enough to still feel connected to everyone. I met people who have become beyond important to me and I got to enjoy living in one of the most historic cities in the UK. As I created this blog post-York, I’ve never had a chance to talk about some of my favourite places to visit in the city and as I plan on going back for about little visit in the near future now seemed like a good time for this post. So, here are my top recommended spots in York! Continue reading A York Appreciation Post
It’s been about 4 years since I have actually lived in the Liverpool area as I went to university in York so I’ve seen the city changing and evolving through the wonders of the social media and on fleeting visits back home and has it ever changed. Stylish, unique independents have popped up all around the city; Bold Street offers good food of all varieties from Lebanese to Mexican and you’d be hard pressed not to find a satisfying cup of coffee now. I feel as though I have come back to a city that I still consider my home except now I get to meet it all over again. This week meant a little trip to the place I’ve been dying to visit the most – The Botanical Garden. Continue reading The Botanical Garden
This weekend began with an impromptu trip down to London, thanks to my parents who were heading down to see Phantom of the Opera with my brother and sister-in-law. In the past 12 months I think I have visited the city about 5 times and as I am known as not a great lover of London I can honestly say that in this past year I’ve had some really great trips in the city. Continue reading Weekend Excursions: The Geffrye Museum & Borough Market
It’s hard to pick a favourite city; Paris, Barcelona, Glasgow, they have all forced themselves into my heart over the years but Liverpool is always going to be my home. I often say that if I hadn’t grown up in the area I probably would have moved here for university. However, in the interest of exploring new places I don’t settle here for too long any more, which makes returning even sweeter each time. I must’ve told at least 20 people over the past few months that they have to visit Liverpool if they are going to come to UK, London is great and all but the North is something else. Yes, I am bias but trust me on this one and save yourself some money in the meantime by checking out the North of England. Continue reading Hello again, Liverpool: A day in the city
my favourite spot
Where I lived
looking over my neighbourhood
a few business cards and a map of Raval
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?
Continue reading Goodbye, Barcelona and what is coming next…