Throwback: My First BF

Good evening fellow bloggers,

It is technically 9 minutes past 1 on a Tuesday morning here in the UK and I have work in less than 6 hours so I should really go to sleep. However, of course my brain is in overdrive so I thought I’d take a stab at a post.

Tonight’s post is a little prompt as it were, from my dear friend Danieeeeel. Shout out to him on my blog. He’s such a gem, once he gets his wordpress blog up and running, I’ll give him a link here. Basically, one evening at work, Dan decided to create three blog prompts for me to try and regulate my posting. I picked this one because it seemed amusing. So we’re having a little throwback tonight, back to a time that seems so very long ago. Back to the days of My Chemical Romance, winged eyeliner, multi-coloured skinny jean and thinking I was badass trying to low-ride… *shivers*

On the left – check out me and my homegal with our emo scene screaming wardrobe…

So Dan suggested I write a blog post about my first proper boyfriend. HERE we have it – for the purpose of this poat, alll names have been changed for privacy!

Right. So, here goes.

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Thank You Thursday and Here’s To the Future

“A relationship should not be measured in months or years. It’s in the calibre of the memories that matter. Their impact, their permanence, and the degree to which they change you.”

At the stroke of midnight on the eve of the 28th January, a Facebook reminder popped up on my phone’s notifications. It was a sweet little note that reminded me of my official four year anniversary with Conner.

It’s oddly romantic that Facebook feels the need to remind me of one of the most important memories to date, it’s even cuter that it includes a few pictures and a heading wishing me a happy anniversary.

But as the quote from one of my favourite Australian writers, Beau Taplin so eloquently states, a relationship should not be measured in the months or years or the amount of time one has spent with another. A relationship is measured by so much more than that. It’s about the impact they have on you as an individual and the impact they have on your life, the good, the bad and the damn right disastrous.

Over the past four years, a lot of things have happened in my life. I’ve experienced some wonderful things, some horrible things and besides my best friends, the only really consistency I’ve had, is Conner.

This time four years ago, Conner promised he would stick by me through anything, no matter what – and over the past four years, he’s been true to his word. Even when I’ve been the most impossible person to love – he’s stayed. Even when I’ve been adamant to push him away.

It hasn’t been the easiest and I will not paint it so that our relationship is picture perfect and everything is fine. There’s been hardships, screaming matches, arguments that last for days. He moved away last year, whilst I was in my third year of University. He was on a work placement and it was one of the hardest times because I wanted him to be there when the workload would get too much or if I received a really great grade – I wanted to share it all with him, but he was 214 miles away and a phone call was not the same.

But we worked through the distance, we worked through the constant missing each other’s calls (mainly him missing mine because he’s just terrible with phones.) and we made the best of the distance.

Now, it’s January 2016 , four years since he asked me, like a true gentleman, to be his girlfriend. We’re currently living together for the first time, in a flat, finishing off our studies and dreaming of moving to London (I say dreaming, it’s more of a necessity.) The future is near, the future is far, but it seems for me at least, the future holds my relationship in sight. I cannot imagine my world without Conner. He’s become the biggest part of me.

I cannot wait for where we go next. I cannot thank him enough for the past four years, making memories with me, inspiring me and encouraging me. And I cannot thank him enough for accepting me for all that I am and loving me for all that I am.

It is truly a blessing to find someone who you want to know inside and out, someone who after four years, can still surprise you and make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He is my best friend, my partner in crime and this post is a thank you, to him, to acknowledge my love and to express my gratitude.

May the future be as happy, wholesome and bright as the now.

Happy Thursday, my dearest followers. Make sure to tell your friends, your loved ones and your family just how much they mean to you, every day; not just on special days.

Now, without further ado, I have a dinner date with my beloved. See you later my little loves.

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Monday Memory // 26th Ocotober 2011

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Good morning and happy Monday fellow bloggers,

I know many of you will be feeling the Monday  morning blues, and quite rightly, the weekend goes far too quickly. I am one who feels Monday quite heavily, and it’s a day that I wish I could spend warm and cosy in my bed. However, today is a special Monday for me, and this post is an appreciation for it. It is also dedicated to my one and only, because on this day four years ago, I met Conner.

In today’s post, I will be delving into a bit of personal garbage, so I’m inserting this as a pre-warning. I am happily sharing this on my blog because it’s a personal reflection for me, and a memoir I’m happy to revisit – but it’s up to you if you want to read on 🙂 I promise, the literary blog posts will be back later today!

Today, I am taking a trip down memory lane, back to this day four years ago on the 26th October 2011. On this day, four years ago, a complete stranger walked into my life.

I had no idea what was in store and in fact I was completely blindsided. I didn’t see it coming. We met, we talked, I thought he was a bit strange (but in a good way!) I was down in Plymouth visiting my best friend who had moved down in September for University. I had heard all about her flatmates as we were in constant contact, and of course, I got to know them by name and was incredibly excited to meet the people who had been flatted with my best friend for the best part of a year. When I arrived in Plymouth, I met all five of her housemates and they were all pleasant enough. Conner took me by surprise – he was incredibly tall, 6ft5 in fact, and me being the little 5ft2 and a half inches that I am, was actually quite intimidated by him – and he has resting bitch face most of the time, so I just thought he was always grumpy. On the first night, Poppy made me and my other two friends feel extremely welcome and us and her new flatmates all went iceskating – how romantic. At this point, I still wasn’t that taken with Conner, until I fell flat on my ass and he skated over like a prince and helped me up.

On the way home, I was cold and grumpy, he offered me his coat. I remember being really rude and I refused to take it, but that didn’t put him off. He still kept talking. It was strange, I spent four wonderful days visiting my best friend, and only two of those days did I interact with Conner. After a compulsory University night out, and not returning home until about 5 in the morning, Conner had to leave as he was going to Southampton with his other friends for a few days. He said goodbye and I thought that was it, I wouldn’t really see him again.

Until he text me later in the evening. I had given him my number the night before – my drunk brain was rooting for us, clearly.

After that, Conner soon became much more than a stranger to me, we’d talk all through the night, and we’d text every day. Suddenly he became the one I wanted to talk to about everything and anything, he became my best friend, my ray of sunshine, my absolute world.

Back in October 2011, I was stuck in this black void of loss, grief and despair. The previous year had been an extremely difficult one, and I was battling with some terrible demons and the emotional pain was crippling. I truly believed I would be stuck in this dark emotional vortex forever. But, something changed. The minute I met him, the pain seemed to ease a little and my days suddenly began to grow brighter and for the first time in a long time, my smile was genuine.

To this very day, he still makes my days that little bit sunnier, even when the clouds are grey and the rain is heavy. He doesn’t know the full extent, but he’s picked up the broken pieces of me and helped put me back together. His love has lifted me to great heights, and I honestly cannot put into words how grateful I am for his constant love and support. He’s made these past four years incredible and I hope that there will be many many more.

But today (and always) I want to say thank you to him, for coming into my life and making me realise that there is a whole lot of happiness to give and receive.

I know that the future is unpredictable and who knows what will happen, but right now, in this moment I will never forget this feeling, or that feeling four years ago. Every single day he surprises me, and it’s incredible because every single day, I fall even more in love with him.

I pray that everyone can find someone who will make their dark days feel lighter. I am so incredibly lucky to have found someone so kind and caring. It may have only been four years, but the last four years have been phenomenal and I’ve come a long way since then, and this post and today serves as a constant reminder of that.

So there we have it, today’s a special day in my world. I hope you all are having a special Monday too. Keep wishing, dreaming and having hope. You never know what’s just around the corner!

All the love ❤️

Growing up: life is scary but extraordinary

Home is where the people you love are.

Dear followers and adoring readers, I apologise for the long absence in blog posting. It’s been a busy few weeks in Georgia’s (that’s me in case you’ve forgotten!🙊) life.

I’ve bagged myself a basic 9-5 job which is good enough for the time being, earning me some money to pay off my lovely student overdraft. To those out there who are still searching, don’t give up! You will find something. My job is pretty average, it has nothing to do with the degree I’ve worked towards for the last three years, but it’s a job at the end of the day – something I was in desperate need of. Now I’ve been there for three weeks, and I’ve met some lovely people and made new friends along the way.

Speaking of the degree I’ve worked so hard for over the last three years, yesterday (9th of July) the official final award marks went live on our e-portal. And that is right girls and guys in the blogesphere. As of September 2015, I will be a graduate with a 2:1 Bachelor of Arts degree in English and Creative Writing 🎓🎉.

And that is just the first steps of adulthood. The main reason for this blog post, and for my timely absence, is because today is the day that my boyfriend and I have obtained our keys for our very own flat. That’s right, we are taking the next step and we’re moving in together.

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As Conner is staying in Plymouth for the next year, to complete his university degree, he asked me if I wanted to move in with him – and I didn’t hesitate in saying yes. I’ve spoken about him a lot on this blog, whether it’s in passing or if there is a entire post about him; living with him will really be one dream come true. I cannot wait for our adventures to start here.

Now, it hasn’t been easy. House hunting, flat hunting, its all the same, and it’s all very stressful. What’s been even worse for us is that, we haven’t been able to do much of it together. As he’s in a different part of the county right now, it makes life that much harder. Our flat choice was made on a narrowed decision of flats we had seen separately, and the one we have chosen is one Conner himself, hasn’t seen in person. Which raises a lot of questions as to whether he will like it or not. Regardless of that fact, it doesn’t matter. Because we’re going to be living in it, together.

It’s a very surreal feeling at the moment, moving in with your significant other is an extremely big moment in one’s life, and one’s relationship. We’re ready, and we’ve demonstrated living in close confidenment, but it still doesn’t stop me from being nervous, being excited, being extremely scared – what will the next year bring?

The road leading to the flat secure was rocky, and never ending stress endured. But it’s done now. We’ve got ourselves a flat, and we’re starting a new adventure, together. It is one I cannot wait for. No matter what, it’s going to be extraordinary.