This is the question that keeps popping up in my head everytime I think about what I want to do.
Although I haven’t started the career that I intend to do or have a partner or children tying me down – could this actually be the right time to do it?
People obviously go traveling for many different reasons. To work, to experience new cultures, to have fun… but it’s also normal to go traveling when you don’t really know what you want from life or when you want to find out more about who you are and what makes you tick as a person.
Working in sales in London, I’m yet to actually start a career in media – but I do have experience and do dream of traveling and working in different environments, amongst different cultures to learn more – more about what I want and to test my own abilities.
You’re going so soon
Another line I keep hearing.
In reality, I don’t know when I’ll go. Planning for next year – but also keeping that bit of spontaneity. But really, Is there ever a right time for anything?
Maybe it’s best to just go with the flow and see what happens.
“Could you please spare some change to buy some food?” a grey haired man rings in my ear on the platform of the underground as I bite into my dinner – a pastrami sandwich.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything” I reply, whilst contemplating if it is worth giving him the pennies at the bottom of my bag or giving up my meal. The thought that it is illegal to beg or to give money to beggars on the underground runs through my mind for a split second.
As he struggles over to others on the platform, stick in hand and vomit smeared on his blue T-shirt, I look on and wish I could help.
The same thing crossed my mind last week as I sat in the beer garden for yet another leaving drink and saw an elderly grey haired woman about 60 rummaging through the bin. That time, I did give her the last of my change to which my colleague began a debate into if we should actually give money to “these people”.
“She proberly has a council house… why do you think she is in this situation?” His words rang through my ears and made my blood boil.
The reality of the situation is that there are homeless people everywhere – and you can’t help them all. Whilst some are genuine, he was right in saying that a lot of them do in fact have a roof over their head whilst other workers like us work all day to try and afford the rising rent prices in London.
Despite this, obviously the feeling of wanting to help everyone is present. During university I underwent a project to immerse myself with the homeless and learnt that a lot of people on the street are in a no win situation. They can’t get a job because they have no address and even if they try, they are stopped due to their state and appearance – causing them to take drugs to try and escape the reality of the situation.
Homelessness is a rising problem worldwide and many people don’t even bat an eyelid. But what if we could change the perception of homelessness and in fact benefits? Would it make a difference and what would it achieve?
Another day, another delay on the southbound northern line service. Traveling on a packed underground into London, whilst surrounded by people in suits with briefcases, lost in the Metro is not my idea of living.
On average, it takes me 40 minutes to get to work. That’s over an hour of traveling to and from work everyday – not to forget my trips to waste money at lunch.
There’s one thing that you can never gain back or stop or pause – and that’s time. We underestimate how precious time really is and the potential of what we could do if we had more of it.
If I had taken the earlier train, I wouldn’t have ever got stuck in this delay and ode already be in the office sipping on my cup of coffee. But I did take the later train and alas I’m late.
Point is, if you spend more time thinking about things like what you want from life, where you would want to live and what you would want to do with yourself – it’s not really wasting time cause you’re living. Cooped up in an office, doing something I don’t want to do and wasting time is not in my eyes.
Australia has never been on my list of places that I have wanted to go to. Saying that, what I’m about to say is certainly going to seem very odd…
The truth is – it wasn’t until I found out that my ex boyfriend of 2 years has a new girlfriend and is settling down, that I actually decided whilst sitting in a park in Bournemouth, sipping on a cider that moving to Australia – might actually be a good idea.
I know for a lot of travelers Oz is the go to place to start your journey. The country is appealing because it has beautiful sites, it’s English speaking and despite the Aussies being very strict with border control and the talk about racism in the country (and lets not forget the wildlife and the spiders) – it’s pretty much a slice of paradise (well, from what I hear anyway).
I know that it seems strange that a 22 year old graduate has thoughts of upping and leaving her job to trek around a country that she never had the inkling of wanting to visit – but I suppose, that’s the beauty of life. Plus, like they say YOLO (you only live once – for those of you who don’t know the lingo). Despite having this idea in my head (and it’s easier when it is just an idea) – I realised today that although I’ve already made a list of things that I need to do – I literally don’t have a clue where to start doing all of this.
My friend FiveFtFlyer has recently taken the plunge and is now in Oz. For her, I suppose it was a lot easier as she is still able to leave things at home. But one thing that has always held me back from going travelling is the fact that I left home when I was 16 and ever since, I have been renting (mostly in London where the prices are so unrealistic – £500 per month for a single tiny room in a shared house? C’mon!!) Which brings me to the next point of planning to take the plunge and actually do something scary, spontaneous and in a way life changing – what the hell am I going to do with all of my stuff?
Has anyone else had an experience where they wanted to go traveling but also had nowhere to leave their belongings?
I know I haven’t posted on my blog in ages – but a lot has been going on recently which has made me realise that I’m missing out on the things that I actually love and want to do. Since the new year, I’ve broken up with my boyfriend and found a job working in sales in central London. Next month, it would be a year since I graduated. That means that come January, it would be a year that I’ve been single. Yet throughout these months, all I’ve been doing is working to live and not actually LIVING. I started a new blog only to realise that the only way I can properly document my life, is to carry on with this one – mistakes and all. This post below was originally written on 13th May, entitled My Escape. I’m reposting it here as in a sense I am rekindling me.
I seem to have reached the age now where people just assume that what you are doing in life – work-wise – is what you actually aspired to do.
Growing up, the common question from family friends and relatives was: “So… what do you want to be when you’re older?”
For some, the answer comes naturally – but I guess for others, they’re just not quite sure.
The truth of the matter is – I wanted to do a lot of things. Yet, deep down, my true love was to write.
You’d find me sat under the table in our living room, scribbling on scraps of paper and trying to put a story together – normally about vampires and young romance (well, my idea of romance at the time anyway).
As I got older, unsure of what I really wanted, I pursued a course in Media Production and somehow made my way through university, securing a broad degree in Communication and Media.
Yet, the funny thing is – if someone asked me now what I really want to do, or be, I would most likely reply with: “Something creative, like PR, Marketing, Advertising – or all three.”
My first blog Simply Speech began as a way of getting out how I felt in a not so secretive but constructive way, after leaving a destructive relationship. However, as the years went on and my situations changed, I kind of left it behind and moved on.
The noise in everyday life sometimes makes it hard to focus on what you truly want – which brings me to the point of this blog post.
This blog aims to become a form of escape from the concrete boundaries of work and life; letting me have the freedom to write about what I like (or dislike) – be it film, travel, food (or anything else in between) – whilst finding my “self” along on the way.