Trying something new.

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To all of you lovely people who have been with me since the beginning of my blog, I’m sorry that I haven’t posted anything in a while on here.

I’ve been working on a different blog offering up travel experiences, cheap travel options, and things that I’ve learnt along the way.

You can find a link to it below, so if you would like to see what I’ve been up to then follow the link and you can see there!

https://allthingslizzie.wordpress.com/

🙂

Ten rules to follow in your early 20s

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1) Be yourself.

This may seem like an obvious thing to do, but we spend so much of our teens striving to be someone we’re not. Whether you looked up to the cool kid in your year, or the person who appears to have been out of the sun for the past ten years of their life and hung out at rock concerts on the weekends. Maybe it was that super clever person who took every test they were ever faced with; with ease and aced it each and every time. Or maybe you wanted to be just like your older and more well rounded sibling. Each of us looked up to someone and fought to change parts of ourself to be more like them.

So my advice for your twenties is to finally be yourself. Let yourself love all of the things you love… Whether it’s travel, photography, sport, writing, music… Whatever. Love it, and talk about it whenever you the opportunity to. People really do want to hear about what interests you whether you believe it or not.

2) Follow your dreams.

You’ve done the hard bit of having to slog through education just to get that piece of paper to tell your future employers about. You’ve worked damn hard for it and you’ve got it – congratulations!

Maybe your parents told you not to study that drama degree you dreamed of because jobs in this field can be hard to come by – so maybe you studied something like business instead. But it’s over now. Are you sitting here with that massive itch that’s nagging at you to finally give in and give it a good old scratch? Do you wake up every morning and dream of a life of writing every morning that you are on your commute to work?

Do you sit on the tube looking through national geographic traveler and look down at your smart attire wishing you could exchange it for hippie pants and flip flops, on a beach somewhere in Thailand?

Your twenties is the time to itch all of those scratches, jump on all of the planes you want to, write all of the books you’ve been meaning to write one day. The time will come when you have to settle down and work a sensible job and provide for your children and family – but nows not it. And you will never be able to shake the ‘what ifs’ in the back of your mind if you don’t try it now.

3) Fall in and out of love.

Do we really only just have ‘the one’? I don’t think so. I think we have many ones throughout our life. Your twenties is the perfect time to go and figure that out. Fall in and out of love. Get your heart broken. Adore and be adored. Kiss all of the frogs and cry to your best friend when another frog hasn’t phoned you back when they promised they would.

One day, one of those frogs who you kiss will become your prince. But maybe there will be a few princes or ones out there before you find the one that is going to be the rest of your book and not just a passing chapter.

So enjoy eating far too much ice cream and drinking too much wine while you cry about a heartbreak. Remember you are only in your twenties. Your time will come.

4) Exfoliate.

Dry skin, ain’t nobody got time for that.

5) Ask that cute boy at the bar for his number.

Girls, wake up. This is the 21st century and the rolls are changing. If you can go up for that job with the equal pay to your male counterpart then you can most certainly pluck up enough courage to ask someone for their number.

There is nothing quite as attractive as confidence. So go and shake what your mumma gave ya and use it.

6) Say yes.

You’ve got work tomorrow so you probably shouldn’t go and have some cocktails with the girls. This is true.. And sure you will feel a little rough at the desk tomorrow. But you are never going to get this time back to be a yes man. So go and be one.

7) Say no.

As much as I agree with doing as much as you possibly can with your days and nights… Let go of the fear of missing out. Sometimes it’s okay to swap a night out or two for a night in with your slippers and trashy tv. It will save your bank balance, give you some time to catch up with your friends and family properly without the loud thrum of music surrounding you. And more importantly – it will give you some time to just get to know yourself.

8) Say ‘I love you’.

Don’t ever forget to tell your loved ones just how much they mean to you… You never know what could happen tomorrow.

9) Learn something new.

Now that we’ve finished education and aren’t studying for study’s sake anymore – don’t forget to educate yourself. Pick up an instrument, get your tongue around a new language, learn about others, practise a new recipe. Sometimes there is no greater reward than the things we learn.

10) Have fun.

Life is too long and serious to take yourself that way. You have enough time during the day at work to be serious… Don’t forget to play and have fun too.

Is that another photo with a Tiger?

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Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had my head constantly buried in a book upon every given opportunity. Once my reading ability surpassed the requirement for one of my childhood faves – the very hungry caterpillar. And other classics such as Green eggs and ham. I discovered fairy tales.

Fairy tales set me up with an expectation of meeting my prince and falling in love and living happily ever after. Even all adult rom coms are a fairy tale in there own right – so I feel I can be slightly forgiven for still holding the happily ever after expectation in my mind.

I’m 23 and have had a few long term relationships. One of those being with the man I thought I was going to marry and have children, a dog, a house – the whole works with. But now at 23 with very little dating experience due to all of my long term relationships stemming from friendships I feel like a bit of an ardvark when it comes to dating.

One day two friends of mine suggested joining Tinder for the craic. Living in Italy at the time of downloading the app with a very small circle of friends (3 – including myself) I thought, why the hell not?

Let me tell you, Tinder is a very different kettle of fish to all of the fairy tales that have been in my mind growing up.

For those of you who have never used Tinder, I will briefly talk you through it. You browse through people’s pictures and you can swipe left for yes and right for no. If you swipe left and they also swipe left on you then you can do a little victory dance as you have now reached the message round of the game. If you swipe right then you never have to see those faces on your screen again – nor have to hear from those people. As simple as that.

So here’s a list of some of my thoughts on Tinder.

1) How on earth have so many men obtained a photo with a Tiger?

2) God damn, people are far more active than I care to be.

3) What’s the deal with stating your height? Is it only guys that do that. Am I supposed to state my height? I haven’t stated my height.

4) No I don’t want to have sex with you random stranger.

5) Oh gee, there goes another tiger pic.

6) Ooh please be the ridiculously good looking one – next picture – damn. That’s just your friend. Should I swipe left just to ask about your friend? Nah. Right it is.

7) Oh shit. It’s my friend. This is awkward. Swipe left. It’s a match! Brief funny chat about finding each other on Tinder followed by never speaking of it again.

8) Well there’s another one of my friends. Same process follows.

9) Hello jail bait, you are definitely not 24.

10) Insert another ‘willing to lie about how we met’ bio here”

My first dating encounter was with this Australian guy in Rome. We drank beer and went for a quick touristy wander before I had to get my coach home. We swapped facebook and have kept in touch as friends ever since.

My second dating encounter was with a guy near my home town. We went on 2 dates fuelled with alcohol and chats about travel, whatsapped a lot and then called it a day.

My third was with a 5’11 New Zealander. Or so he stated – but he definitely lied about his height. And also seemingly photoshopped the majority of his spots out of his pictures. This was going to be awkward and so I did the only thing for this type of situation – I got drunk. He spent the rest of the evening unnecessarily raising his eyebrows suggestively whilst I tried to hide my shudders. He also showed me photos of his coffee machine… He had a lot of photos of his coffee machine. When enough time had passed for me to leave without appearing to be harsh, he went in for the kiss. I dodged the kiss like a ninja and gave him a handshake. That was probably a little insulting but there was nothing else for it.

So although I’ve definitely gained more dating experience from Tinder, I don’t think it’s quite for me.

Is it wrong that I’d much rather have a nap, some snacks and abuse my Netflix account? Maybe this is why I’m so horrendously single.

The shadow.

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You should follow me.
Follow me through meadows, jungles and deserts.
You should follow me to the mountains, the sea and the moon.
I have so much to show you.

I’m standing here.
Why can’t you understand that?
I’m watching you cry about me,
But I don’t want you to cry.
I want you to smile and laugh and do a stupid dance like you used to.
Why aren’t you doing any of these things?

I want to hold your hand,
I’m trying to grab it,
But you don’t know that.
Why are you so sad?
I’m right here.
I’m singing along to the song you keep playing.
Please stop crying.

I’m watching as you take another sip of that vodka.
That can’t taste nice straight,
But you’re not even flinching.
You’re writing something.
You look determined…
It’s nice to see you looking determined again.

Why do you look so weak?
Your eyes are struggling to stay open.
Maybe you should take a nap,
Yeah. I think you should take a nap.

Wait, what is that empty packet of pills on your bed next to you?
Did you take all of those?
I’m right here, why can’t you see that I’m still right here?!
I haven’t left you like you think I have.

I need to call you help.
It won’t work, I can’t do it.
God, please – someone call for some help.

I’m screaming now.
Trembling.
You won’t wake up and nobody is calling you help.

Why are you tapping me on the shoulder?
Why can you see me now?
We’re here, but your body’s there.
You shouldn’t be here.
You’re not supposed to be here.

Take my hand.

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Take my hand and let me show you the world.
Let me show you Countries, languages, people and laughter.
Let me show you love, hopes, dreams and disaster.
Let me teach you all that I know.
And let me learn all that you do.

Take my hand.
Let me show you pain; and even more let me show you fear.
For I fear what will happen if you don’t take my hand.
Let me walk and run and show you all that there is to be seen.
Let me tell you my thoughts and all of my secrets.

Take my hand and don’t let go.
For if you let go then I shall fall.
I shall fall to the darkest of places and I don’t know if i can come back.
Take my hand and hold on tight.
Hold on tight and hold it safe.
For if you take my hand, my hand is yours.

Take my hand and tell me I did nothing wrong.
Take my hand and tell me you didn’t either.
Take my hand and tell me you still want it.
And throughout all of the long silences you have still wanted it.

Many have taken my hand; but only you have truly owned it.

You took my hand and you let it go.
You let me show you love, people and laughter.
You let me show you dreams, hope, fear and pain.
You took my hand and you showed me hope.
You showed me love.
Throughout the long silences; you are my disaster.

You took my hand and you let it go.
You let it go, and you let me fall.
You let me fall and you let me cry.

You took my hand and you let it go.
You let it it go and you let me go.
You let me go and you let me fall.
You let me fall and you didn’t catch me.

I took my hand and I showed myself countries, languages, people and laughter.
I took my hand and I felt pain, fear and disaster.
I took my hand and I felt experiences joy, hopes and dreams.
I took my hand and I didn’t let go.
I took my hand and I won’t let go.

Sloppy writing and a head full of crazy!

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Dear wordpress,

Recently I have become lazy with my blogging and my posts have become few and far between.

Sometimes you fall into a pit of feeling that you have nothing of worth to say, you become distracted by everyday life and your words stop hitting paper or a keypad and are voiced to those around you instead.

That combined with a broken computer make for a concoction of neglecting your own writing and neglecting reading the words of others that you admire. So here I am typing away on my phone trying to think of what to say.

My life in Italy is about to come to an end, and In 2 weeks time I will embark on this crazy new adventure called trying to find my feet and settling down for a while in the UK. This both terrifies and excites me.

Being 20 something in the 21st century is something to be both grateful more and also to be somewhat dismayed about. It’s strange. We have all of these opportunities at our feet. We can travel, we can study, we can do pretty much anything that we decide to put our minds to.. Except for being royalty.. You pretty much have to be born into that one.

At 22 society both wants me to travel and live the dream, but it also expects me to be in a job and well on the way to a great career that will see me through the rest of my life. Is it just me that finds being in their 20’s really difficult, to the extent of wanting to curl up and cry on the sofa for no reason whatsoever at least once a week? Or is that the norm amongst us young adults?

So anyway WordPress, I can’t promise to be outstanding at keeping you up to date for a couple of weeks… But I can promise to have some great stories to tell you soon.

Love Lizzie.

Stranger…

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I just came across this poem that I wrote a few years ago.. I thought I would publish it here…

I knew you once, I’m certain I did,
But this person that you’ve become is a person that I barely recognise.
And as I watch you spiral into another emotionless fall;
I can’t help but wonder – are you aware that you’re killing us both?

Sometimes I wish you could be a fly on the wall in your own life,
If you could see the damage you’re creating all around you…
Would you still continue to hurt yourself so?

If I screamed, cried, shouted..
Would it make any difference?
Would you hear me if I told you that I can’t watch you die?

I knew you once, I’m certain sure I did.