Sunday, 22 November 2015

GIRL + WORLD = LESSONS LEARNT??

Highlighting and trying to navigate some of the things I think I've learnt on my travels..
 
A few months back and I had never flown internationally without my family. I had never taken a train on my own. I hadn't ever had to look after my own documents and passports, let alone look after myself. Consistent eating, hydration, sleeping, activity. The basics of living, that up until now had never really been my problem. These are the logistics, the technicalities of travel, that I have been taught, or learnt by trial and error. But aside from planes nearly missed and growing airport navigation skills there are surely other experiences and lessons learnt that are less...concrete. These ones, however, are a little trickier to put your finger on.
 
Travelling or not, when you grow up or exist in the ever present period of 'coming of age', you know you are learning but it's so often hard to say what. You feel different, developed, but I find that when people ask what my experiences have taught me I find myself falling a tad short. I'm just trying to figure it out same as everyone.
 
 
I think the travel I've done so far, and even this year of life in general (which has had some bloody trials as anyone close to me knows), has taught me to care less. Hostel hopping proved to me that diving in and being friendly and confident is the only way to meet such incredible people; having very little in the pocket has showed me how kind people are and that sometimes all you need to do is ask for what you're in need of, but also how to survive on very little. There have been so many wonderful souls feeding me and providing me with couches and beds and I couldn't be more grateful. Being away from your own friends proves the importance of letting go of pretences and being open to new friendships and social circumstances; sometimes you will be in situations that make you feel socially awkward or uncomfortable or like you don't know how to act, and the tip is you just have to not care! Don't think about how you come across or what people think of you, bc unless you do something drastically controversial, they probably won't notice your behaviour much anyway. Every time I do something as a result of overthinking I always look back and question how different it could have been if I'd been more relaxed and not trying to please people so much. And it 100% proves to me that that is the way to go forward in life.
 
Even in more superficial ways, I feel like through the travellers I've met and the culture of Edinburgh, which is a beautifully artistic and honest city, that the way you look is not something to worry about. Wear whatever you want because it's your body and your mind, and life really is too short not to wear star stickers on your cheeks bc you think people will care. Ever since cutting off my hair, which was always a weird sort of physical and artificial protection, a reason to feel attractive and feminine, I have felt so much better about the way I look. Literally, I feel better about my body. I'm less afraid to wear weird shit, or paint on some dark lips. Although I didn't love it at first, I felt liberated from the constraints of typical aesthetics of western attractiveness. I'm still making mistakes and I always will. I'm still afraid of things. I can still be terrible socially as I fluctuate between thinking too much and not thinking at all. And I still sometimes question whether people will think I'm weird if I wear children's dungarees all the time (which, yes, they do. But they are just so ridiculously gr8). But I am trying. So yeah, 1. This has taught me how to care less about, well, everything. 
 
 
Número dos or deux, or whatever language I'm using idk, 2. You are never too old. Now maybe this seems like an obvious one but I always struggled with the idea of life running out, or reaching a certain age you have to do everything by, or doing everything you want to do in life, i.e travel, make things, study, fall in love, figure things out, etc etc WHILE YOU ARE A TEENAGER. NO. This is the stupidest, stupidest mindset to have, because you know what? You will still be you while you are doing those things and in a way you will always be a teenager and you will always have this mind and you will always be the you you are right now. There is no end to 'coming of age'. There was so much stuff I wanted to experience while I was younger, things that I wanted by teen self to experience, but I've come to realisation that you literally have your entire life, and anytime is the best time to do something bc there is no limitation on youth, and learning and the mixture of childlike wonder and rebellion that makes life exciting. I may never stop calling myself a teenager, idk. Sometimes I forget that I'm already twenty and not sixteen. But it's only because I have an expectation of what life should be like, and my life and mindset does not fit into my past expectations of what a twenty year old should be (i.e an organised, sheet washing, actual working human who drinks coffee, understands taxes and probably has a boyfriend called Geoffrey or something similarly shit (soz 2 da Geoffrey's out there)).
 
The classic celeb cult doesn't help either- Seeing people (who don't get me wrong, I admire) like Lorde or Tavi Gevinson who have achieved sooo much in only their mid-late teens. They have careers and achievements under their belts and maybe even a sense of self??... And I have three pairs of shoes, 35 unfinished artworks, some salmon I didn't eat last week slowly going off in my fridge and fluctuating body image. And I've learnt that that is FINE. In fact better than fine. The people I've met traveling, especially the wider, rather eclectic set of creatures between 18 and early 30's in my hostel in Brooklyn, have taught me that there is literally no limitation on what you do when. You might be twenty eight and just starting to get your life together and settle down, or you might be twenty one, finishing your first year of the professional work and realising that the other side of the world is calling your name. You can leave school, do camp America, live and work as a waitress for six months, travel India, then go home and go to uni, go on an exchange, move country to get work, settle down somewhere. All of it. Anytime you want. I've met the proof. 

This sort of brings me to the next point, which is actually kind of the same point. Idk (sorry I've said that literally (also sorry) a hundred times), definitive ideas were never my strong suit... But it is this, point number three: Life has no linear path. The way you thought you might do things might be wrong. The idea that you were gonna go to school/uni/work might be wrong. The modern western way of thinking that says this formula is the only way to be happy; It's probably flipping wrong, in case you weren't getting the theme of this section. Similar to what I've said above so I'll be brief, but I've met people who never studied, became baristas, or started making and selling jewellery on the streets, or got internships of the back of pure determination and talent, who are living happy fulfilled lives. I find this so comforting. I find it so comforting to know that I'm only twenty and that there are thirty year olds who didn't realise how they wanted to live their own lives until a few years back. Not bc it makes me feel superior, but bc it reassures me that there are so many people just trying to figure it out. You don't have to pack everything (by which I mean school/uni/work/family etc) in before you're 25. You have literally all the time in the world, and infinite ways of living, that are outside the constraints of expectation. Life is not linear. 

My last lesson learnt for now is perhaps the most simple. And it is that people are the most important thing. No matter where you are or what you are doing it is the people that will stick in your mind and make your day. Given all the places I've been, I thought by now I would have at least been to the Empire State Building and seen Big Ben or gone away to explore the highlands, but no. And I never regret not doing those things, bc I know what I have is just as, if not more, valuable. I get caught up on the people, in the movement and excitement, not the sightseeing and blatant instagram-tourist-bingo. Yes it's amazing to see so many wonderful places but everywhere I go I find myself distracted from the plans I had by the company I'm in. Doing things alone is great and provides learning of its own, but what really makes an experience is who you share it with. The creases round the corner of laughing mouth or the feeling of someone's arms around you are so so much more memorable to me than any monument ever could be. People are the most important thing. Always always always..
 
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So that's what I think I've learnt.
Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself, I don't know..

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

EDINBURGH SO FAR. WOO!

Edinburgh.. Oh sweet edinburgh. Half way through my time here and I have written very very little because I have been caught in a flurry of living and fearing and feeling and seeing and meeting, and it has been absolute insanity.. Although as things are not yet over (if there is such a thing) I'm definitely a bit out of sorts when it comes to drawing conclusions and reflecting.. The increase in alcohol and decrease in sleep probably haven't helped in terms of staying sharp with a pen but eh, you live ya life.
I know it's been a while since I wrote or posted anything in real time, but imma give it a try. The problem is I always wanted this to be somewhere where I could write everything, a place of catharsis and lessons learnt, but recently it's felt too difficult to articulate fully how I feel about anything. And I suppose in part I am afraid at the thought of people actually reading the things I have to say, or the things I have to say about them. 
So instead of trying to write something  meaningful I'm just gonna list some things that have happened so far that amuse me. Not the big moments or memories, just the small things that capture how this feels for me... Honestly it's always the tiniest things, some of these are just things I want to remember for my own sake, and, to me, some of these are hilarious, so yolo. 
  
- The time I made Dan and Bryan my beautiful flatties walk an hour with me to buy discounted nikes in a different suburb because I am a terrible friend.
- Making extra efforts to appear friendly and domestic by cooking spag in a lovely lil Edinburgh flat for a bunch of boys I had no idea would end up boing some of my closest friends here. It's weird when you realise you met someone before you thought you'd met them, oh how first impressions are wrong haha.
- Being (almost) thrown out of a two storey high window.
- Making salmon all the time. This is significant enough to merit a mention. It's literally all I eat and I need to be stopped.
- Also pesto.
- Wathcing all of Blue Mountain State for like three days straight with Will and Jamie. Couch memz <3
- Just disappearing and having everyone wondering where I went.. A terrible charcter flaw but one of my favourite things to do is just leave for a few days and not let anyone know where. A rare chance to have something that's completely your own.
- First lil sainsburys shop and picnic with Immy and Bea in the meadows.
- Spending a socially unacceptable amount of time with Pippa in lovecrumbs divulging all the dirty deets of Ed. Grassmarket fish and chips afterwards in the meadows, joined by Saul who told us about the time he wrote a massively tragic love song for a girl and then sung it in front of her and her boyfriend. The best.
- Tears (for once, not mine), on beds, post party.
- That time I used Imogens deodorant as dry shampoo.
- Some cold, quiet and scary walks through marchmont and the meadows at night.. and all the hours prior..
- Endless bottles of £4.25 Soave, Sainsbury's best.
- Going to sainsburys with Will dressed only in a blanket and looking super classy and unsuspicious.
- Climbing Arthur's seat with the irish gang and taking my incredible marks and spencers stir fry to the highest point in Edinburgh bc yolo.

-Itchy feet! And pre itchy feet glamour transforming from red jumper and jeans into v suave and tight lbd. Thanks Pip.
- First ever cheeky nandos
- Lazy mornings lying in.. I look back in longing at the time I could rise from bed before eleven.
- Horrible flat harmonising and singing On My Way over and over and over and over... Never fails to make me smile (:
- That time me, Jam and Caroline all slept in her bed and Jamie clapping like an actual child when I brought him a cookie: genuinely hilarious.
- Making the poshest drunk meal of cream cheese and salmon on toast with Jamie after a night at Hive.
- Playing 21 (the actual best drinking game ever) with everyone on jams mattress, which was obvs not on the bed bc reasons.
-The first time I went to Rachel's, listening to the 1975 on vinyl and talking about all of our various probs hahaha, truly truly love that girl.
- Going to soap box slam poetry!
- Performing for the first time and being met with the most incredible reaction. Honestly so amazing and exhilarating. I really do feel blessed to have been able to share and to have had such an affect on people and to have so many girls come up to me afterwards and talk about their experiences.
- The people who lived in my room last year coming in drunk and staying for about half an hour while I was completely naked under my duvet. Defs a lesson in door locking.  

- Snuggling up with hot choc, Dominoes and The Dreamers with Rachy in her beautiful little apartment.
- Taking a heavenly break from da club Why Not and eating inappropriately large amounts of maccas with Sarah smith.
- The terrible few hours of having completely yellow hair in a failed bleaching attempt, and the humility building experience of walking an hour in the rain to the nearest chemist to sort it out. Shortly followed by the joys of an accidental perfect hue.
- Getting ollies mop and picking out his sisters birthday present in jewellery shops while he was potentially still v drunk hahaha. Well done.
- That absolutely flipping hilarious photo from Bongos.
- Weekend in Norwich. Paintball. Trapped in the closet. Very loudly saying a very very bad word in a fancy restaurant surrounded by disapproving old people. The queen <3 <3
-  That time I wore Yves Saint Laurent to Hive. As in jewellery from the incredibly beautiful design house YSL, to potentially the filthiest club in Edinburgh.. Which also by coincidence happens to be my favourite. I love gross. Disgust me please. Ah what a night.
- Halloweeeen. getting dressed up and getting down at potterow. having amazing friends who protect us from sleazy drunk boys. Alex's hilariously regrettable Abraham Lincoln costume.
- The questions game at Jamie and Frans birthday. All the secrets out. Imogen hilariously bad at thinking on the spot.
-Excited sing alongs and wig play with rach while we booked our Paris tickets! 
- All the mist.
- Seeing the Japanese house live in Glasgow. Absoluetly amazing.
- That weird time I walked past a pagan cult meeting in the meadows lololol.
- Much back cracking and various other homo-erotic action with baes.
- Forcing Alex P to lie down on the floor with me in Why Not and discovering the wonders of looking up. Preferably before being yelled at by security heh.
- The long, hilarious and cathartic walk to kebab king with darling Imogen in need to escape from a dramatic night haha. Nothing tastes as good as cheesy chips at 3 in the morning.

Hmmm...
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A sadder side to travel and a reminder to me.

There are good days and there are bad days, always. Steps backward and forward and it's so easy get lost in each day as it happens.. I've think I've forgotten to look to the bigger picture. 
 
My problem is that I only ever wrote on the bad days. I write when I'm sad, I write things like this.. (Insert sad and mournful journal entry..)
"In this moment I am sad. I feel an overwhelming sense of loss for all the lives I could have lived. And it's so so shitty that I have to leave here, and then have to leave there, and maybe will never have a fixed place or a fixed people. Where I can ground myself and build something. The world is breaking my heart right now. I just don't know what I want." 
 
But today, no. Today has been a good day, and I think I'm starting to feel happy with the way things are, or at least realising that I should. I get so wrapped up in my own head but I am trying to let go a little bit. I'm trying to be good to myself and not sink. Recently I've really been struggling with the idea of home, and permanence and happiness. Being away from everything you know certainly teaches you a hell of a lot and is one of the most incredible blessings, but it also is scary to realise that no where has everything that you need. Or perhaps too many places have everything..
 
I have to keep reminding myself It is possible to be happy in more than one place because there is more than just one side to who you are. Instead of longing for what is not with you in this moment be grateful for what each place you belong in has to offer, and what part of yourself you can explore and grow there. 
 
Remember that clean air is good. Fresh grass is good. Barefoot is good, sun on your hands and water on your back is good. Tea. White sheets. Jumpers. Stickers. Plants, and candles. And sleep, sleep is good. Smokey lungs and and red wine and 4am is good too. But you don't have to have everything in the same place at the same time for life to be good. With all that there is and all that you are surely there is no room for sadness. I am learning to be happy with missing home, because it makes me so excited to go back and I am learning to be happy with the dread I have to leave Edinburgh bc of all that it has given me. I can be everything, just not at the same time, and I am okay with that. 
 
 

 
BALANCE.

The least descriptive description of a place ever:

WINCHESTER.
 
I got drunk in Jane Austen's house, people got arrested for coke and just tried to start breathing again. 
 
(will update with more deets at a later date..)
 
 


SKETCH LONDON with mab. Fab as always.

Post-Wales ft. emotional train journey ramblings

I am having the best time of my life. All things considered, I think that's what this is. Life at its lost and found, lonely wandering best. I am meeting the greatest people and seeing amazing things all over the world. Still I cannot help but have moments where I am overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all. Where am I haha. On the outside. Inside? I don't know, not yet anyway. It's all just the same big ol world, but something about the ground shifting beneath your feet can also throw your mind. I am on a train, in Wales, leaving a place that feels like home, when I've only known its real residents for max four days.
 
To give this a little context, when I was in NY I met a rad welsh lad (shot Joe), who I then tricked into letting me stay with him in Wales for a bit. The last few days has consisted of some sightseeing, a barn dance, all days drinks, a classic welsh barbecue sat out in the cold, very little sleep, and a lot of tired welsh mumbling in vague attempts to break past hangovers and make conversation. I've been stranded on a farm with only male company for four days and it's been fuckin 'ilarious (so welsh lol). And who would of thought I'd ever end up here. 
 
It's the oddest thing to be pulled away from all the people you know and suddenly find yourself having to assimilate to ten different social groups in two weeks. You haven't got the people you care about around you to laugh at your jokes and hold your back. You're no longer playing your own part, but having to learn how to convincingly act others. You're not really you anymore. And I can't decide if what's left is the essence of you, or if it's the surface bc that's the only bit people can see. You're left raw. Intense moments of knowing people, when you don't know them at all. 
 
Taking chances is fun, learning stuff about yourself is fun, even if you don't quite yet understand what you've learnt. I am slowly coming to terms with feeling actual human emotions, attachment, detachment, discomfort, happiness. I am so hungry and I want to cry and neither of that is bad. 
 
So I think that's enough rambling from me... Hope you've all enjoyed more foolish overly personal trash talk direct from my head to the page. T'rah (am I welsh yet??¿?). 

BACKLOG OF POSTS ON THE WAY

About to finally post a big scramble of things I've written over the last few months travelling and whatnot, v v emotionally up and down but that's basically how it's been haha. also I am sad bc they wont have accompanying visuals as the uni computers are shit and don't read visual files processed on apple computers. Get your shit together computers.

Sunday, 16 August 2015

NEW YORK NEW YORK (/go me I didn't cry)

There is a bruise the size of the moon covering my right eye and my neck feels as if it can barely hold up my head, but I could not be happier to carry these souvenirs with me as I exit New York and sit now in Frankfurt airport. Flip, it's been wild. 

Simultaneously one of the longest and shortest weeks of my life- hours of lounging with beers and marlboro and gr8 m8's in my hostel home, long walks of the high line and sprawling squares, and almost imaginary nights illegally staking out rooftop bars in Manhattan  and underground gigs in smokey Brooklyn basements. I've fallen in love with the place, I've fallen in love with the people (both as individuals, and as the traveller archetype). I want more, but I almost want to never go back, because as S.Coppola so delightfully sums it up, "it could never be this wonderful again". 

Maybe I'm over exaggerating due to severe jet lag/ semi-permanent haze of nostalgia/post LA feels- BUT as far as I know so far, every midnight playing pretend as an over-twenty-one in some place I shouldn't be (sorry mum), and every day laughing till your teeth hurt have come together to create one of the most unforgettable experiences I am yet to experience. 

Granted, there have still been lots of swollen feet, exasperated sighs, long goodbyes and lengthy moments of dig rustled indecision, but as my first time in the big apple, travelling solo, and experiencing #hostellifelol it's been pretty easy to let them pass. A slightly less joyful experience for example, has been the 24 hour hangover I am currently at the end of. Last night a usual evening drinks progressed into a metal gig in the basement bar and I went full 14 year old boy and thrashed myself until I could barely breathe. Turns out the easiest way to look tough in Brooklyn is by smashing your face into someone else's knee and giving yourself a black eye. Go Rach! Needless to say I was the only girl who decided to mosh with a group of twenty something men, and potentially came out worse, but (!), sweet lord it was amazing haha. We then moved to a club in Brooklyn for a good groove before stumbling home. I am feeling the painful repercussions of throwing your head back and forth so many times it's surprising your neck doesn't break on the spot, and that's certainly no reason to change what went down. But that's a thing that I love: you end up in a stupidly spontaneous environment where everyone is willing to forgive and never forget all the wonderful things you end up doing. You just start nodding, soaking in the vibes of those around you, and saying 'yeah, this is it. This is life'. 

I adored seeing time square at night, and crossing Brooklyn Bridge, or seeing Central Park, but all of this would be nothing without the people you meet who make your days. The piss has already been ripped on this one, as in a moment of sentimentality I told everyone I didn't think I'd make 'friends like this', but idc! You gotta let people know when you love 'em. Although I've been told that you will find people like this everywhere in every hostel in the world, these people will always be my first. So thanks. But if any of you are actually reading this I'm kidding, u guys suck lol. ha ha.. (Pls ignore my kind little heart).

That's the thing that's great about hostels; provided that you actually go down for breakfast everyday and stake out your place at a table and get talking then you are bound to find some people and make some plans and end up having a wonderful day (top tip, it's actually kinda cool to plan nothing in advance and not book yourself up so you can do stuff with the people you meet). But just start by saying hello! My first interaction with my soon-to-be squad (yes, I just went there) was an awkward encounter that involved my avoiding eye contact, staring directly into the cup I was carrying and mumbling something about 'familiar accents'. Again I've had enough mocking for this haha. BUT, All it takes is ten seconds of being a weirdo and then there you are, talking to people, laughing with people. Making friends. Ye$ iT is th@t easy!!1! Then all of a sudden you find yourself feeling like the people you've spend the last few days with are the people you've known your whole life. Forced comfort. It's weird like that. But somehow it works. You're connected too, suddenly a mini network has sprung up all around with world with places to stay and people to call, people who actually want you there! A fave memory with my three day clan is taking shots of whiskey and pickle juice in a burger bar. Never will I did that taste from my mouth nor the memories from my mind. Never. 

Shout outs to Eilish for being the ultimate hilarious lady friend and experienced traveller helping me navigate this scary world, to Scott, John and John for the most horrific storytime sessions and laughs in a game of Never Have I Ever, and to Joe for having the best laugh if the world. Ah ah ah ah ah 😘 

I will finish with this (which tbh is about to be a bunch of thought I have not yet formulated, so forgive me if my marvellous conclusion turns out completely shit). We visited the 9/11 memorial which was completely overwhelming, devastating and surprisingly meaningful given the emotional distance I thought I had from it (I know that sounds odd, but as a seven year old, or any age really, I don't think you grasp the gravity of that type of situation). I would highly, highly recommend a visit to the memorial museum if you're in New York. Of all the things I took from it, one seems to me to be relevant here. The number of scrawled notes, answering machine messages and recorded phone calls to or from the dead expressing real honest love and hope certainly made me reevaluate how scared we are to say we care about one another in the plain light of day. But you just have to. Tell people things, go places, do stuff, bc as shitty as this sounds we really don't know when life will be over, and the world deserves to know how you feel about it. Breathe in every last scent you can and kiss every person on the cheek you meet. Don't get me wrong, don't just be a massive sop, bc ew emotions, and I'm not talking about massive declarations of love bc also, ew love. However, it really did strike me how much people, in there last moments, found it so easy to say how they felt about each other. No wasting breath trying to be anything else but human.

I don't really know where this ended up, but yeah. It's been amazing. New York hit me with everything I never expected and one day at a time the world is teaching me to just be a person again, be a child in wonder. And it feels really really good.