12 Things To Do In Brighton

Here goes the first of my weekly pieces =D

I've been living in Brighton for a year and a half now, and I've gotten to know it pretty well, so here's my list of things that frankly I couldn't do without

12) Visit the marina

This has to be one of my absolute favourite places in Brighton, just because it has a little bit of everything. There's so much going on, restaurants, cinema, bowling, shops, casino etc. yet it still retains the ability to be totally relaxing, particularly walking along the bridge and ooking out over all of the boats and the rest of Brighton beyond. Parking is free, so it's not even straining financially. Plus there's a hurricane simulator, and that's pretty awesome :D

11) Go on the Brighton Wheel

This is very 'typically touristy' but actually it's really worth it. We went on it in the rain, and it was still a really good experience. The talk isn't the most interesting, but it's not bad and you get some pretty good views. Prices start from £8, so a little pricey but I'd recommend.

10) Park on Madeira Drive at night, and watch Brighton from your bonnet

Brighton is so serene at night-time, and it looks so beautiful lit up at nighttime, the blue lights under the  arches for the road, the Brighton eye, the pier. Even further than this, the bandstand is spectacular at night.

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9) Drive through the tunnel in Shoreham, windows down & music blasting at 70mph

Maybe this is just my friends, but everyone always enjoys doing this when they come to visit, and it's actually pretty fun. Just a small burst of adrenaline. Sounds pretty good too :)

8) See a gig, any gig

This is something I haven't done nearly as much as I intended to when moving down here, but Brighton is so big on unsigned bands and cute quirky little venues, you're bound to find something you'll enjoy, no matter who you are. I'd recommend Komedia for stand-up at the weekend. 

7) Go to the 'big doughnut'

The amount of hilarious and creative pictures I've seen from this place, it's definitely worth a visit, and right on the seafront as well :)

6) Try some of the café's in North Laine

There's so many weird and unimaginable places to eat and drink, one of my favourites was a place that served different flavours of Japanese tea, with beads of tapioca inside, never heard of anything like it before, but was plesantly suprised. 

5) Skim stones overlooking West Pier

Something randomly beautiful about this, particularly when the beach is quiet. With the eerily quiet scenery as well, this is actually oddly relaxing. 

4) Go shopping in the laines 

Every time I go shopping here I find something different. Some strange (see: Vegetarian Shoes). I'd recommend 'Snooper's Paradise', a HUGE bric-a-brac shop with so much stuff! and they have a retro photobooth as well :)

3) Do a photo shoot

Brighton has such beautiful scenery, why would you not want to? I've done both scenery and pictures of people in a beautiful setting. Leads to some unique pictures!

2) Dip in the sea after midnight

This is normally after a night out, but it's an experience to say the least. I've done it a few times - most notably dressed as a zombie bride on halloween, freezing cold, but totally worth it!

1) Go on the ride at the end of the pier

You know the one I mean, the one that you can see from the outside of Brighton, towers over all of the rest and looks so vigorous. It costs £5, but it gives a huge release of adrenaline, like being catapulted towards the pier/sea makes you feel ;)

Such an amazing city!

XOX

21 Guns

As I mentioned in my previous post, tomorrow I turn 21, and this is scary because I still feel like a teenager, but this feels like I'm officially going to be a 'proper' adult. But what does it actually mean to be a 21 year-old, or indeed a proper adult?

1. I can drink in the US
Okay, so maybe it's not quite such a big deal over here. I mean I'm turning 21, so here I've been drinking (legally) for the last 3 years, and it's really not that big a deal anymore. I guess I've never really been one who's been overly enthusiastic about going out and drinking until you vomit or pass out anyway, but it's nice to know that I can drink if I ever do make the trip to New York that I've been craving.

2. I can teach someone to drive (almost)
I don't know how many of you reading this aren't from the UK, but over here the law states to legally supervise a learner you have to be over 21 and to have had your licence for over 3 years, well I'm turning 21, and in May I would have had my licence for that long so technically I have a little more responsibility.

3. It's time to get serious about my career
Okay, those of you who have read my previous posts will know that I'm already pretty serious, and I know what I want, but everything just seems a little closer, therefore it's time to really get focused!

4. Marriage seems a lot closer than it did when I was 19
It's a strange thought that when my mum was 21 she had been married for almost 2 years and she was pregnant. I'm definitely not at that stage, at the moment my focus is on my education, but the thought of getting married is never really quite that far away, and it's very realistic that I could be getting married in the next few years. So many of my friends are engaged at the moment, it just doesn't seem that distant, particularly in Christian circles, young marriage is celebrated, and I'm not quite as opposed to that as I once was.

5. If I was theoretically in a news/ police report I'd be referred to as 'woman' rather than 'girl'
Okay, so I know this one is applicable from me being 18, but I had this thought the other day, and it's a strange one for me to comprehend, when I was younger the thought of being referred to as 'woman' just seemed so much older than me, I think I quite like it.

6. I'm probably not going to grow anymore
I think 5'4 was always a bit of a pipe dream, if you've ever met my mother you'd realise that the likelihood of me being tall, or even average height was slim anyway, but I don't think I ever really gave up hope. Anyway at 5'2 (and a half!) I can still buy petite clothing without it being too short, and I can wear heels as high as I want, and I'm still not the tallest person in any of my friend groups, and I'm not taller than my boyfriend, so that's always a plus!

7. I'm in the prime of my child-bearing years
Not that I'm going to have children for a very long time, it's weird to think though that biologically, if I was going to, the best time would be right now.

8. I have as much independence as I'm ever going to have
I love having my own space. Anti-social? Maybe. But I also love company. I love having the choice. Being 21, having moved out, paying bills, owning a car, having a job, having no dependants. I'm completely trusted to be able to take care of myself, and yet still young enough to be a little selfish and just do things for me from time to time, and I like it.

9. My metabolism isn't quite as fast as it once was
So this means I need to regulate my diet a little bit more, not so much sweets and junk, but more healthy options, and proper regular meals. No fads to lose weight, proper exercise. If I'm going to be an adult, I need to act like one - Including my diet. My body will thank me.

10. It's all downhill from here?
So many people say to me - "Oooh 21, it's all downhill from there" or "The years go quicker than you'd expect", but I don't think this is true. Yes being a teenager an carefree is fun, but I'm pretty excited about what my twenties may bring. I'll start my 'proper' career, I might get married, I might even have children, a mortgage. In all honesty, I know this things bring added stress and responsibility, but each is a new challenge and I'm pretty excited about each one of them. Maybe I'm older emotionally than physically, but I dream about getting married, decorating my first home, I dream about being a doctor, about being pregnant and having babies. I'm not saying I'm in any rush, but I am excited about all these things, and I fully intend to make the most out of my twenties, and not just let them flit away.

But for now: Happy Birthday for me, for tomorrow.

XOX

Blogging

I started blogging almost a year ago. Firstly it was to deal with stress. The stress of exams, relationships, living in a terrible house in which I didn't mesh with two thirds of the housemates, and in all honestly, I intended it to be temporary. I mean, who would want to read about what I have to say anyway? My life is so  completely ordinary. But as analytical and logical as I can be as a science undergrad, I need to vent myself creatively. This in time lead to the thing I used to vent personally becoming my friend, and not just the program, but all the silent, anonymous readers of it from all over the world. It's pretty overwhelming if you think about it. People from countries that I've never even visited have read my blog and my rants, and I see it as part of a statistic on a tab on my home-screen but it's actually pretty amazing.

My blog has been part of my sanity over the last year, and it's been there when I've needed it the most.

I'm quiet, I don't always talk about how I feel or my opinions. Writing them down is so much easier, even if they remain unfinished, unpublished. A thought lasts a moment, but it can be so amazing, beautiful even, to document them, preserve them and also to share them. It makes me feel a little less alone in the world.

Tomorrow I turn 21. Now 21 isn't like 20. To me it just feels so grown - up. So I'm taking control of my life, getting organised and really going for what I want out of life. Now this means I'm going to need my blog more than I have done over the last 11 months, and I'm going to aim to blog regularly. So every week I'm going to aim to blog on a topic completely unrelated to what's going on with me, but just to write about something a little different, a release.

I'll keep you posted ;)

Thank you all for your continued reading, I feel like I have 500 psychiatrists!

XOX

How do you know when you know?

Today I saw that some friends of my boyfriends have just got engaged. Now coming from Christian circles, I'm used to friends of mine getting engaged. Some the same age as me, some after being together for shorter periods of time, but I'm used to it, as I've had the attitude that, when we're ready and if it's right, then things would stop being so well, stagnant. 

But this one made me think, because in lots of ways, they're so similar to us, in that they're of similar age, and that although they've been together longer than us, it's a matter of months. In a few months time would I be ready to make the same commitment? Probably not.

But why is that? I mean is there something wrong with me that I'm so unsure? Even after 4 and a half years together. And the problem isn't with Adam, I mean I get the impression from him that he's right there, but I'm just not, I'm not even close.

I can blame this on numerous things, the fact that I'm from a broken home, and I'm so afraid of a relationship that started from when we were so young has the odds stacked against us as a result of this, and I feel so realistic about the possibility of a marriage failing, pessimistic? Yes. But that's all I've ever been taught, and I know it can work.

I can also blame it on the fact that our relationship is long distance. I realised it would be hard, but not this hard. Some days, I can't even remember how it felt when we used to see each other everyday. It's so easy to argue when you miss someone so much. And when you're not used to annoying habits, in my case, a lack of responsibility on his part which drives me insane, it's easy for these to be accentuated when you're not used to them anymore.
Also sometimes I feel so far away that I can't be a part of his life anymore, I'm just a spectator, a ghost of what used to be there, and also vice versa. It's so easy to get frustrated, which leads to arguments.Then these arguments lead to a lack of appreciation of the other person. I don't appreciate Adam like I should. He's so so lovely, in that he loves me so much, he really grasps onto the time that we have together and wants to spend every moment that he can grab with me. He puts up with my moods and frustrations with patience, talks to me when I'm upset, comforts me and he's never let go of me, although I'm miles away most of the time. He's hilarious, and is the only person who can leave me laughing until it hurts, and he's so so beautiful. He doesn't always do the right thing, or have the best ideas, but he always tries his hardest, and just picks himself up and carries on, which I really admire. He always tries his best to help me out, and others, because he's so compassionate.

But it's easy to forget all of this when you're so far away from each other.

See, I'm beginning to realise that love doesn't have to be like a romantic comedy to be right. You don't have to be swept off your feet everyday. It doesn't have to be easy all the time. You don't have to even like each other most of the time. You don't have to be desperate for each other 100% of the time. But maybe it's the person you can rely on if you need them, pick you up when you're feeling down, and when you're not feeling down. Maybe it's the person who you can look at, through all of their flaws, and still love them unconditionally, and who can do the same for you.

Maybe it's the person who being with, on the really really bad days, is still 100x better than the good days without them.

So yes, I'm not sure still, and I think there's something completely wrong with me for that, we have issues that need ironing out. But one day, I'll know. Will it be in the next few months? I'm not quite sure yet, but for now, I'm going to keep believing in the one person who's shown me such a huge amount of unconditional love over the last four and a half years, and I'm going to love him back unconditionally.

In our own time, we'll all eventually get there.

XOX

Fear, A Personal Overview

Fear is completely natural, for me, fear normally manifests itself in three ways:

1) The fear that I don't know what's going to happen- I hate the inability to meticulously plan things, to plan life, to know exactly what's going to happen at what exact point, to not know what the prognosis and the outcome is of a particular situation.

2) The fear that life is slipping me by. Next month I turn 21, and I know that's still young, and that I still have so much life ahead of me. But years are shorter than I remember them being as a child, maybe this is because each year represented a much greater proportion of my life back then then they do now. And so much is going to happen in the next decade, which I guess links back into (1)

3) The fear that I don't have control over a situation - for me, this isn't normally too bad. When it comes to deadlines, I can control when and how much work I do. In life I can control what I do and when I do it. I can control what I do and don't eat, I can control. But what happens when I find myself in a situation I can't control? I'm going to explain a scenario here, and the person who it involved doesn't know until now how I felt about the situation, but here goes, so sorry I'm telling it like this! <3 Last week, a good friend of mine ended up in hospital, not under particularly dramatic circumstances (and by that I mean no sirens, no sudden change in events) it was just something that had to be done. So I went to go and visit her. When I got there, I was told that I couldn't see her right away and that I could wait. 20 minutes later the same nurse comes up to me and tells me that my friend is pretty unwell and that I should leave for a bit, to which I enquire about the strict visiting hours, and she tells me not to worry. So I leave the ward, and make my way out of the hospital, and I found myself in an empty corridor, completely and utterly lost, trying to find myself a coffee machine. I must have wandered past an operating theatre, because I was passed by a person running with one of those bags that contain organs before they get transplanted. It takes me completely by surprise, and there's no particular reason why it should, I mean I'm in a hospital, maybe this would be more surprising in any other environment, but a hospital? So I think about the people involved in this situation, not so much the person on the operating table, but the family, the family sitting in some waiting room somewhere in the same building that I was currently ambling around, potentially going hours with no news, and when there was news, what news would it be? The thumbs up, or the being ushered into a side room with the consultant, completely oblivious to what they're about to be told. I pray that it's the former and continue on down the hallway. I also think about the family who've just lost their loved one, the family who aren't going to be the same again, where there's always going to be a gap, where they're always going to feel just a little bit broken and I pray for comfort for them. I then think to my friend upstairs, and how I have no idea what's happening with her, nor what the situation is that dictates that I can't see her. Then I don't know when to go back, whether or not I'd just get sent away again. The realisation that I can't help or make this go away, no matter how much I want it to, so I begin to pray for her, and I find myself crying, standing (Standing! as I can't even find seating in this maze of a hospital!)

As it turns out, in my friends case at least, everything was fine.

I guess my point in this, is that fear is good, and despite how hectic everything is at the moment, it's nice to know that I can still feel something akin to fear. It was a glimpse, a horrible reminder of 2006, which I still maintain was the single worst year of my life so far, but it was beautiful as well, it's nice to remember that I'm capable of feeling something so intense. And not just the situation with my friend but also for 2 families completely unknown to me.

It's also so important to take a step back and remember why I'm doing this

I'm going to leave with a short note, thanks for the continuous reading of my ramblings!

XOX


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Generic Snow Blog: March 2013

'Everyone needs to run out to their cars and get out whilst they can, because the pavement is FAR too slippery, so walking is ludicrous, and head to the nearest hill, but this has to be done at 5mph, y'know just to be 'safe', and abandon it halfway up, because you just can't quite make it. Gritters can't come out until at least 6am tomorrow morning, because coming out BEFORE the snow settled would have been ridiculous! Probably best to stop all the buses as well, but lets not close any of the shops, 'just in case' a customer comes in, which they will because clearly we're all going to be snowed in and starve to death if we don't immediately go to the nearest supermarket and bulk buy everything they have on the shelves and barricade ourselves in our homes, because we don't know how long this is going to take, who knows how long it'll be until the half an inch of snow outside melts...'

Today, the snow is falling once again and as usual everything has stopped. I'm happy to be home, because the need to abandon your car is horrible, especially for such a pointless trip! The likelihood is that most of us will be able to return to normality in the next few days, so the bulk buying of food is unnecessary, particularly when it's a week later and you still have 2 loaves of bread and 8 pints of milk that need to be used up by tomorrow. But  as ridiculously unprepared the UK is to deal with such an insignificant amount of snow, this gives us a great opportunity to sit back and breathe. I get stressed easily, and when I get stressed I get insomnia and become so unproductive it's painful. So tonight, instead of having a ridiculously busy evening comprised of various events, I'm going to sit back, have a proper dinner, and catch up with some work. Then perhaps I'll actually get a proper nights sleep

It's so easy to get wrapped up in everything that's going on as an individual, it's humbling to see how little control we actually do have when something like this happens,

XOX

3.5 months

3.5 months seems like a long time if you put it into perspective:

- It's more than the length of 1 trimester in pregnancy
- Over a quarter of a year
- The length of 3 lunar cycles
- The length of or longer than some prison sentences

But that's how long it is until I finish the second year of my degree, and I'm really starting to realise how difficult this year is actually becoming, and after some mediocre exam results (but still much higher than average for the modules!) it's looming on me just how much I have to do in these next 3.5 months until I complete this year. This semester I have to:

- Cement the 2:1 I'm currently sitting on to give myself a chance to get into med school
- Prepare for the UKCAT/ GAMSAT
- Organise myself some more work experience, including preparing a trip to Thailand
- Turn 21! (Not so much I have to do, more as in it's coming!)
- Talk to my personal tutor for advice on getting into medical school
- Pass this year!!!

Therefore I'm going to work so hard this semester and get organised, because it's only getting harder from here, wish me luck!!

Providing all this needs to happen, 3.5 months really doesn't seem that long...

XOX