I'm guessing this is the part where I have to make myself sound uber cool and exciting? Urgh.
Well this blog is going to be about me and my life. A life which can be quite complicated, and that perhaps I compartmentalise a little too much.
Let’s just start with who am I?
I am a wife. A newlywed to be more precise. Together nearly 5 years, and married for just over 6 months. My husband is in the armed forces and works away every Monday – Friday. Then there are duty weekends. Then there are 3 month patrols. Although I can’t complain, he‘s only had to do one patrol the whole time we’ve been together. He is obviously a huge part of my life, and a big influence on the choices I make. I’m no longer making decisions for me, but for us.
I’m young. I married at 21. My husband is older than me, and older than all my friends. The vast majority of the time this isn’t a problem – it actually suits us. But it means that I’m not quite ready to start popping out babies. And it means that some friends are still at the “I’m going travelling” stage.
I’m a student. I’m in my 4th and (hopefully!) final year of University. All foam parties and all nighters right? Um, no. I look upon 1st year students with an old lady “you don’t know how lucky you are” gaze.
|Those were the days...|
I am a friend. Often a crap friend. Often a really crap friend. When I started University I moved 2 hours away from my closest group of friends. My best friend lives in Scotland. Most of the friends I spent 3 years getting to know at University have moved to London. I miss birthdays, I miss the latest gossip, but mostly I just miss them. All of them. I should call more, I should visit more. I do have absolutely brilliant bunches of friends. They just need to be a bit... closer.
I am a (trainee) teacher. All I’ve ever wanted to do is work with children. The young kind, not the gobby teenage kind. I’m desperate to pass this course and get a lovely job, in a lovely school, with lovely kids. I can dream right? They warn you about what you put on Facebook, my criminal record has to be squeaky clean (it is!) and I have to watch what I say, and who I say it to. As a teacher your reputation is everything.
These are worlds which rarely collide. I'm either at University, OR with my husband, OR with my friends. It often means conflicting diary dates and responsibilities. But it's my life, and I love it. Mostly.