Wednesday, 26 May 2021

29 and Feeling Fine

Bit of a delayed birthday post because I've now been 29 for 10 whole days(!!!) because the last few weeks have been so hectic. A chaotic mix of relocating my life back to London, moving into a brand new flat in a brand new area of London, having to buy EVERYTHING from new (we had beds and that was literally it), setting up bills, internet blah blah (aka adulting) and most importantly, finding out which pub is gonna be our new local. (For the record I still have no idea cos I keep meeting friends either in central or they come round to my flat so this one is still TBC.)

I felt like turning 29 was the start of proper adulthood for me because instead of getting clothes, makeup and endless bottles of prosecco, my main presents were the IKEA MALM drawers from the girls (lmao), a big ass mirror from one of my brothers and loads of surprise plants. Now that I have a bedroom with more than 1cm squared of extra space, I wanna make it really cute with loads of pastels and pinks and plants so whilst it may look a bit like a jail cell at present, it will be Pinterest soon I promise! I also got so many birthday cards with really nice messages inside this year which really made my day. I'm SO sentimental and keep every single card that I'm sent! Even the one from M in 2019 when he addressed it to 'To Mrs Claudia Livingston' even though we had only actually known each other for one month at that point. I probably need to throw it away but errrmmmmm... maybe next year!

Back to this year! Outdoor drinking with groups of up to 6 was allowed on the weekend of my birthday, so 3 of my best friends from home came down to London and I planned a little day sesh for us! Not gonna lie it was STRESSFUL because each place needed to be cool af cos I wanted to show Katie the ~sights~ but also less than 20 mins Uber ride from each other cos who wants to sober up in the taxi every time we move to the next place but ALSO less than 20 minutes from the Hoxton in Southwark where we were all staying. Oh yeah, and every man and his dog were on a booking frenzy too, so loads of places I tried to make a reservation at were full on Saturdays until JULY. 

Anyway, I managed to book Neverland in Fulham, the Hope & Anchor in Brixton and we finished on the rooftop at the Bussey Building in Peckham. If anyone is planning a little booze crawl south of the river then I would definitely recommend those 3 places! Hospitality was amazing, drinks arrived so quickly (all ordered via the app) and really cute decor if you wanna get kewl shots for the gram. I'm not gonna lie, I was having so much fun this day that I didn't really take any photos! Just woke up bankrupt in bed with my best mate with a very very sore head and a mouth dryer than the Sahara. Signs of a v.good night!








Monday, 3 May 2021

I'm Moving Back to London!

Can you believe it's been a whole year since I moved back to my mum and dad's house? I actually remember like it was yesterday when they made the TEN hour round trip to come and collect all my stuff and bring me home, crying literally all the way in the back seat surrounded by all my worldly belongings. Well, when I say 'worldly belongings' I mean my Yeezy's, my makeup collection and the medal I got when I ran a half marathon in 2018 because I will probably carry on telling anyone who will listen to me talk about it for the rest of my life.

Fast forward 14 months(!!!!) and although I thought the day would never come, I feel like I'm now at a point where I can look back at the year with happy and cherished memories and not want to block them out/inject myself with a tranquilliser dart and wake up in 2025 with amnesia. 

After a couple of very unsuccessful house viewings back in the City, I've finally found a place in East London that I'm going to be moving into next week! It's HUGE, has a gorge open plan kitchen with exposed brick and loads of natural light and a brand new kitchen and the bedrooms are on another floor level so it feels so much more like a home and less like a stale old flat. I mean, I loved my old flat but it gave off severe crack den vibes- the entire ceiling of the bathroom was mouldy and the shelf was hanging on by a thread, my bed was about as stable as a Nature Valley granola bar and the fireplace was cemented over so there was definitely a body behind there, but it was very loved and I have the best memories there! Now that I actually have a move in date, I haven't stopped browsing homeware online and I can't wait to actually get in and start furnishing it to make it all cute and homely and warm. Well, when I say start furnishing it, I'll probably let my housemates take the lead on that because my aesthetic is tacky af and I'm not sure its the right vibe for a communal lounge.

While I'm soooooo excited to get back to London, this is the longest I've lived back in Preston since I was about 22, and I've had so much time to spend with my amazing friends and fam and get involved with things I would usually have to miss out on (and get major #fomo.)

I've lived in the same house since I was a baby (fun fact: I was actually born upstairs in my mum and dad's bed!) so it feels so nostalgic to be back here in my old bedroom. I love coming downstairs every day to my dad sitting in the kitchen with a cup of albino tea cos he poured too much milk in and refuses to waste ANYTHING, taking a sneaky long lunch break so I can sunbathe in the garden, picking up my cats all the time for no reason and getting yelled at by my mum for harassing them, spending every evening throughout the week getting stuck into a new series of some form of crime drama with an excellent selection of snacks with my parents, being extra dramatic about my mum smuggling red lentils into absolutely any recipe she touches and being on the verge of calling Childline/999 when my dad jumps out from behind something and scared my so much my heart rate has literally doubled (big up the Apple Watch.)

Not to mention things like going for a long walk every Sunday with Sarah and Luna and putting the world to rights/ranting/crying/howling/chatting shit for 3 hours and buying a shit coffee from the same shit place in the park and complaining about it but doing it anyway without fail- all whilst getting our steps in because #health, being able to be there for birthdays and big announcements and not having to find out over WhatsApp e.g. when Liv broke the news about her being pregnant!!!! (Then crying for 2 hours because I was so happy for her/had been necking gin since 1pm), having drinks at mine and forcing Rach to play the 95th game of UNO, telling Hayley a story about my weekend that manages to be more outrageous than the last one (how it's even possible anymore idk), cycling to Suey's every Thursday to watch a horror film and not actually watching a single part cos we've just talked the whole way through, Friday drinks at Katies which always get waaaaay out of hand, belting out Tom Grennan/Celine Dion/Tinie Tempah/whatever else comes on Spotify shuffle in Sammy's kitchen.

Overall, I feel like the pandemic has really taught us to find the joy in little things- something I hate to admit I rarely did before! I thought I had to have actual plans to make the day felt like it counted, but after the countless hours I have spent on my friends couch just laughing at nothing, or just walking through the same park every week and still looking forward to it a whole year later, I've realised not everything has to be a grand gesture at all.

Very photo heavy and annoying that they aren't all there same size BUT I just wanted to share a snippet of the last year in photos. So grateful for the last 12 months and so excited to see what the next bring!