This Time Last Year


Had a moment last week of ‘oh my god, this time last year…’ and thought I would share it with you all. No one needs reminding how fast time seems to go these days. I can’t believe it’s July already, and next month I will have been in London for a whole year, it has flown by but also life before this seems like a different lifetime altogether. I promise to do a HUGE blog post next month looking back on a year in London, what I have learnt living alone, what I have/haven't enjoyed - so if you have any specific questions about that then please do let me know. 

This time last year I was back in Leeds Mum’s after having moved out of Manchester while looking for a place in London. I remember how overwhelmed I was with everything, was the thinnest I have ever been (not in a good way), and felt like the task of moving again was almost impossible. It was around this time that gorgeous little Percy the cat died which was the closest I came to wanting to kneel down in the rain and scream ‘WHHYYYYY’ into the sky (I don’t think we had much rain, which is why that didn’t end up happening for me).


A whole year on, and in the midst of a heatwave stopping me from having my WHYYYYY moment, but thankfully I am a little less inclined to need to do that. I have loved my time in London, it’s been up and down at times but the ups and out weighed the downs without a doubt. I still haven’t fully adjusted to living on my own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it - I still wouldn’t have it any other way right now, it can just be a really strange experience at times. I still love my work, I think that’s the most consistent thing in my life for the past year. That and the incredible friendships I have had - it’s been the most social year of my life, and I have seen more of the world with amazing girls alongside me than I ever thought I would. 

My priorities have shifted so much in the year. While work is a huge part of my life, it doesn’t rule my life like it once did. I am no where near perfecting a balance, but living on my own forces me to prioritise a social life so much more so work sometimes goes on the back burner when it has to - or it just has to fit around things a bit more (writing this post in the back of an Uber on my way to a friends house, while trying not to be car sick and fit in as much as possible in one day). 


I have probably drunk twice as much alcohol as I did in the previous year, caught more flights in one year than in my entire life, and exercised more than ever and felt the strongest I have ever been. I have acquired more denim than I knew possible, and believe me when I said this time last year I was feeling like I already had more than enough. I have discovered I am no where near as domestic as I once thought, and that it is impossible to tire of Future Islands after having listened to them solidly for a whole year (if anything they just get better). I have ordered so many take aways I think I could be Deliveroo's top Notting Hill customer, I have had so many belly laughing moments and spontaneous experiences that I couldn't have dreamed would happen. I have had time where I have cried a lot and felt really lost, and learnt the important of using your support network around you more than ever. It's been an incredible year, by far the most turbulent one in my adult life, and probably one I will always look back on.