(Untitled thoughts of one who doesn’t say thank you enough)

“You don’t know what you have got until it is gone”. A common phrase that everyone will have been told at some point or another. It’s applicable to pretty much all walks of life as well, from the unsung hero, to the all-rounder at work, to that friend who may fly under the radar but will never let you down when you need them most.

Most importantly, it’s a phrase that should resonate strongly when it comes to your family, especially your parents. At least, it does with mine. All three of them. And it is especially prevalent when it comes to social media interactions. (more…)


Leaving Nostalgia Behind

Definition: A sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

‘Nostalgia is a seductive liar’ – George Ball

I’ve been feeling quite nostalgic recently. For events from both the recent past and from beyond. Social media and, in particular, “timehop” has been rather responsible for that. Every day I am seeing – and remembering – about events I have forgotten. In some of these instances (such as today) I have felt overly nostalgic for those moments, wishing I could re-live them all over again.

But then again, nostalgia isn’t always the healthiest option. Spend too much time there, spend too much time in the past and you could fall victim to it.


The boy who started to live

‘Open your eyes, look within.
Are you happy with the life you’re living?’
– Bob Marley


At the start of the year I wrote a post titled the boy who began to grow up, which reviewed my 2014 and outlined what I hoped to achieve by the time 2015 came to a close.

The focus for 2015 was to forge an environment in which I could reclaim my life as my own, creating a plethora of stories and memories along the way. This is something I truly believe I have managed to achieve. I would argue that 2014 provided me with a disjointed roller-coaster ride, replaced by a 2015 which – for the most part – was relatively smooth-sailing and ended with a trip of a lifetime.


When Four Became One

“The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you” – Elbert Hubbard

In June of this year, I moved out of the house that I – along with three others – called home. This August I moved away from the city that introduced me to these people, nearly four years ago.

The first of the three I met in September 2011, during the first night of Fresher’s Week. The evening ended in unexpected circumstances as we witnessed an ambulance called up to campus as another student had drunk so much she passed out on the cold pavement.

The second I met a little over a week later in my first Wednesday seminar for ‘An Introduction to Theatre History’. However, it wouldn’t be until a week or two later during a class discussing ‘Lysistrata’ that we would actually speak to each other. Of course, an instant bond was formed.

The third I introduced myself to at the end of the first term. The ‘diversion’ I had to take led me to being late for my class but no harm was done. A couple more meetings and a few months down the line we sat down to play Halo [either Reach or ODST] one evening, not stopping until the game was complete, by which time the sun had risen.

Over the last (almost) four years, these three have become some of the most important people to me, so it was with a heavy heart that I left our house for the last time and handed the keys back to the letting agency in June.