If I needed to squeeze the entirety of the year into one word, I would choose the word enlighten. It is because this was the year that I gone through the most growth, graphing out to be an exponentially steep curve - oh God my economics lecturers are getting in my head.
I remember January hit me like a snow storm, greeting me with daily gloominess while depriving me of all the goodness of sunlight. And you know what? I was really affected by it. I was rejected from so many things and was left feeling disappointed and like a failure crying on my ugly college carpet floor. I was lonely.
I remember January hit me like a snow storm, greeting me with daily gloominess while depriving me of all the goodness of sunlight. And you know what? I was really affected by it. I was rejected from so many things and was left feeling disappointed and like a failure crying on my ugly college carpet floor. I was lonely.
Summer came around and I learnt that I am inherently a warm weather person. I love the fashion of winter, but the thought of sand in my feet and waves crashing against the weight of my body I will never trade just to be able to wear some trendy coat. I had an amazing two weeks in my favourite city thus far - Barcelona - and met amazing people, opening up yet another possibility to my future.
For the first time in my life, I was home for only 4 weeks out of the entire year. Thinking about it made me paranoid of my impending working life because I miss home and I don't really know if I want to stay away from it anymore.
For the first time in my life, I was home for only 4 weeks out of the entire year. Thinking about it made me paranoid of my impending working life because I miss home and I don't really know if I want to stay away from it anymore.
August came and went and I worked on my 20th birthday, no extra pay! I flew back to Durham wearing heavy armour to protect myself from another disastrous year following my first, I didn't have that awesome fresher experience people talk about. I hated it. I came back and accidentally found people who have accepted me in all my flaws, people who lean on me when they need a shoulder, people who have picked me up when I fell and people who feed me crazy jokes, I laughed like I have not in years. I found friends that make me way too many pizzas but I don't feel guilty about it because somehow or another, those bonding session over pizzas are worth a thousand times more than preventing that layer of fat forming around my tummy. Besides, I can (and will) work it all out soon, I promise.
2013 ended with me spending the night eating pizzas (again) with people I found I can rely on, for all seriousness and for all stupidity. I finally watched a musical in West End and absolutely fell in love with it. I finally watched a premier league and oh shit, did I fall in love or what, I watched two in a span of one week. I am just as lost as I was in the beginning, but perhaps a little more open to the idea of being lost. And somehow, I am more comforted with that.
As for 2014, I didn't mind trading in chasing the Northern Lights for another late night indulgent pizza run - papers reported that we could see the lights in England, we waited for an hour till 2am and went to eat pizza instead. I watched way more movies in the span of two weeks then in months itself and found myself in St James Park yet AGAIN. I think I'm losing grip on my wallet.
So maybe I'm not as adventurous as a lot of people out there, but there in new blood running through my veins and I'm acting just a little bit more reckless. I am also turning into a vampire with every bedtime that gets pushed back by an hour. So the new year is really 13 days old right now, but I couldn't sum up 2013 nicely until now. In exactly 7 days I will sell my soul back to university and remember what being a slave to numbers feel like. But for now, let me indulge you with some footage of Mr Hot and Sexy Joe Hart. I love Joe Hart. But I am a Newcastle supporter, they lost 2-0. But there was an offside goal, a confused referee, zorb balls, AND a streaker. I mean, what?
Happy New Year everyone. Let's pray for a good one.
ps excuse the shaky hands and general bad quality of the video :( on the other hand, is Joe Hart good looking or what?
2013 ended with me spending the night eating pizzas (again) with people I found I can rely on, for all seriousness and for all stupidity. I finally watched a musical in West End and absolutely fell in love with it. I finally watched a premier league and oh shit, did I fall in love or what, I watched two in a span of one week. I am just as lost as I was in the beginning, but perhaps a little more open to the idea of being lost. And somehow, I am more comforted with that.
As for 2014, I didn't mind trading in chasing the Northern Lights for another late night indulgent pizza run - papers reported that we could see the lights in England, we waited for an hour till 2am and went to eat pizza instead. I watched way more movies in the span of two weeks then in months itself and found myself in St James Park yet AGAIN. I think I'm losing grip on my wallet.
So maybe I'm not as adventurous as a lot of people out there, but there in new blood running through my veins and I'm acting just a little bit more reckless. I am also turning into a vampire with every bedtime that gets pushed back by an hour. So the new year is really 13 days old right now, but I couldn't sum up 2013 nicely until now. In exactly 7 days I will sell my soul back to university and remember what being a slave to numbers feel like. But for now, let me indulge you with some footage of Mr Hot and Sexy Joe Hart. I love Joe Hart. But I am a Newcastle supporter, they lost 2-0. But there was an offside goal, a confused referee, zorb balls, AND a streaker. I mean, what?
Happy New Year everyone. Let's pray for a good one.
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