22nd January 2016

At this moment I am sitting on my bed in the North West England, it's eight degrees outside and it is also three days until my 19th birthday.  Nineteen to me has never been an age I have thought a great deal about.  I know when I was younger I presumed I would have it all figured out by this point and would be pursuing my dreams in a fabulous fashion.  However, this is not the case.

I am currently on a gap year.  I have just left my job as a temporary Christmas sales assistant at Jack Wills and although I'd love to go travelling, I simply have no one to travel with; my best friend decided to go to university last minute.  I have a place at university for next year to study History and English Literature, and hopefully by the time that I walk away with my degree in about four years time, I hope I will have a better understanding of where I want my life to go.

Due to unemployment, I have recently had a lot of time to over think many things through in my head.  After rewatching the whole of 90210 in a week, I decided that I wanted to go to Australia or Fiji or Bali and learn how to surf.  However, the thought of being on a 24 hour+ flight across the world by myself is the best idea right now.  If I knew someone out there then that would be fine, but the only Australians I've been in close proximity of are 5 Seconds of Summer at a One Direction concert a few years ago.  I mean the ideal scenario is the somehow I miraculously find a boyfriend in the next month who also wants to go travelling and we can set off to get the last of the Australian Summer in March... but that's extremely unlikely to happen.