La Dolce Vita.

La Dolce Vita.

I taste the sharp tang of aperol spritz

whenever I see

the colour orange

feel my body uncurl in

a lazy Sunday afternoon

 

the fruit slice was always chunky

the prosecco as light as

that Summer salad you can’t get enough of

second helpings

third helpings

you know the score

 

all architecture

falters in comparison to Brunelleschi’s

masterpiece

the sheer marvel I would cycle past

every day

on the way to work

its shades of pink and green

its story

its history

 

if only I knew then what I know now

if only I knew how much I would miss you

 

night time isn’t night time

without the lights dancing across

the Arno

a fairytale

at your very fingertips

a story

that slips its hands into

the spaces of your chest

spaces you didn’t know existed

spaces you didn’t know needed filling

 

when the cold chill arrives

I wrap myself up

in the memory of Christmas on Piazza della Repubblica

my first month in the city when life took on

a whole new meaning

anything was possible

my world was infinite

 

and they ask me

why did you leave

why was this not enough?

 

how can I explain

that a city that set me soul alight

an existence full of

beauty

pleasure

inspiration

could not fulfill the longing

deep in the pit of my stomach

the what if that told me there was more

 

now my heart is full of memories and

questions

my anchor deep in the abyss

of the many oceans I’ve passed

 

tell me

why was it not enough?

will anything ever be enough?

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Why Travelling Ruins You.

Why Travelling Ruins You.

I’ve been home for two months now.

Two months of being reunited with my loved ones… some of whom I haven’t seen for next to two years. Laughter, tears, endless reminiscing. Beginning to make the plans that were just daydreams before. “See you soon” really means soon. The thousands of miles dissolved into but a line in our story.

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Honesty, Love and New Beginnings.

Honesty, Love and New Beginnings.

I’ve lived away from the UK for 18 months now. 18 months since I have been able to wake up in the morning and spontaneously take a trip to see my Nanna and Granddad, spending an afternoon fawning over art, literature and pulling three heads together over The Sunday Times crossword (she would always save it for me, whenever she expected a visit).

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On Being Lucky.

On Being Lucky.

I suppose you could say it’s a pet hate of mine. A single word I am faced with time and time again that immediately makes my jaw clench that little bit tighter.

I’ve said it incessantly. Defended myself even against *some* family members and many friends, strangers, who cast the shadow of “luck” over my achievements. Insisted that “It isn’t about luck” whilst in their hearts they truly believe that they are paying me a compliment by suggesting that my endeavours are simply down to a twist of fate.

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Reflections #2

Reflections #2

“So, have you got any New Year’s resolutions?”

I paused for a second, letting the question linger in the air unanswered. Did I have any? What were my plans for 2016?

I’ve never really been one to carve resolutions in stone. I don’t tend to hold myself accountable to one specific thing; in short, you won’t find me dieting intensely for the month of January before succumbing to a coma inducing cheese-fest on February 1st. I find it near enough impossible to force myself to act in a way that doesn’t feel 100% natural to me. Whether that’s a good thing or not, it’s just the way it is.

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Find Your Magic

Find Your Magic

“Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

I devoured every word, the electricity spreading right through to my fingertips as I passed from page to page. Every sentence, every thought speaking to me in a way that felt so deeply personal it was as if it had been written for me and me alone.

Because she’s kind of a genius, Liz Gilbert. She says the things we need to hear. Captures it with honesty and vulnerability.

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