I realised this morning that I came to live in York exactly 8 years ago this week as a fresh faced student, ready to start her first term as a fully fledged “adult” away from home.
I don’t know where the time has gone. I still feel like the girl who sobbed inconsolably alone in her room, with every fibre of her being, as her parents drove away. Leaving her in a scary new place, surrounded by new people and new possibilities.
I swear I'm still 19, even now, it’s the body that doesn’t fit the mind.
Time is so slippery and the older I get, the more I feel the pressure to cling on to every moment that falls through the cracks.
I want to take every second up to my mouth and taste it, consume it, wrap it up as a securely bonded part of myself.
I suppose that's why I started writing all those years ago, because I wanted to solidify my life through capturing it.
Writing allows you to revisit yourself, you get to tumble experiences through your mind again as you extract memory and meaning.
I don't write as much as I used to. I'm too busy out there collecting experiences, or too lazy/scared to revisit past ones. It's hard to tell which.
So I've set myself a bit of a challenge - to write a new post on this blog every day in October. They can be about anything and of any length - the content doesn't really matter.
I just want to make a space again to revisit my life before it flies past without a second thought.
It’s too easy to be too preoccupied with the business of living.
A guide to holidays on the Isles of Scilly, featuring Tresco, Bryher, St Martins, St Agnes and St Mary’s.
i’m returning to the stage at the Lead Developer London conference this June where I’ll be talking about my experiences hiring through an anonymous recruitment process and how this lead my team to conduct some very interesting research into what might put off traditionally marginalised job seekers from applying.
Welcome to my roundup of all I’ve been getting up to and loving from 25th Feb to 3rd March