I love living in Manchester. It's a lovely, homely Northern city with a lot in common with Newcastle. But unlike Newcastle, it isn't close to the sea. At home, a ten minute drive will get me to the sea. I love being at the seaside, I fell at home there. I just love watching the waves. Sometimes, when everything gets too much and I get overwhelmed, I just want to go and spend an afternoon at the seaside.
I am feeling that right now. I just want to get up in the morning and go to the beach. It's just so calming and helps to put your life into perspective. I love going to places like Beadnell Bay pictured above especially when it's in winter and is deserted.
I absolutely can't wait until the summer when I get put on the car insurance of my mums car. I will obviously be the only one using it. I can't wait to just take my self off to the Northumberland coast for a walk and some chips.
For now, I'm just going to sit and stare at this photo and pretend that I'm there right now and be jealous of everyone that lives by the sea.
I turned 20 on Sunday. If I'm honest, it was a rubbish day. I did nothing. I did however, go out on Friday and my best friend came to Manchester from Leeds to see me.
I'm sad to be saying goodbye to my teenage years. I feel like turning 20 is signalling the bit of life where I actually have to grow up. I'm over halfway through my degree now (I can't believe that!) and I am starting to think about my dissertation and getting a job after graduation. Hell, today I even started googling anti-ageing creams. How ridiculous is that!
I'm sad that I'm nearing the end of uni. When I graduate, my housemates and I will all go our seperate ways back to our own corners of the country and won't see each other every day like we're used to. Once a year if we're lucky. And I'll have to move home again. Although I love my family and my little town, moving back into a house full of teenage angst, a dog that isn't toilet trained and that is at least a 45 minute bus journey into the city center is just not appealing. Not having tea when I want it, probably spending months trying to find a job are equally as unappealing. I won't get to go out and get pissed about 3 times a week (probably a good thing) then spend the next day hungover chatting rubbish with my equally hungover housemates dissecting the night before.
I'll have to become an adult, even though I still feel about 15. I'll have to get a proper job, move out, get a car, get a cat etc. It sounds so hard and confusing and scary. I still don't know what kind of job I want after uni.
Basically, what I'm saying is, I want to be a teenager forever. I know 20 isn't old. But your early twenties are just such a stressful point in your life. Particularly if you're a graduate.
However, I am looking forward to the belated birthday cake that I will be getting on my return to Newcastle in a few weeks.
