Wednesday, 1 January 2014

2013 Memory Jar

Again, my current track record at posting has been pretty poor, and I hope you, my wonderful reader can forgive me for my neglect.

Perhaps this post marks a change - not only in that I become better at posting, but also that today is the (in English time at least) the second day of 2014. I think becoming a more consistent and dedicated blogger will make it onto my resolutions list.

I cannot deny that, on a personal level, 2013 was one of my favourite years so far. Well, correction from April 24th, which was when I watched 'the Phantom of the Opera' on stage for the second time, but this time in my home town, rather than in London where I first watched it. Both times it was absolutely fantastic - apologies for sounding such a pretentious bourgeois! - and both times made me want to clamber onto the stage and join in. Slight problem in that I can neither sing nor dance, but we don't need to inform my fantasy of this...

Soon after I celebrated my 18th, which was, naturally, themed: Hollywood 1950s glamour, if you please! That night will always be held dear to me.

Naturally the year involved work, completing a-levels and working towards a university place, but wow, upon completion, it was the most liberating experience - although I have to admit I was initially lost as to what to do with my time! But that was soon cured by Game of Thrones, a trip to Spain to visit family, Latitude festival, followed by a 6 week drama course in London.

After all, what's the point in slowing if you have the energy to keep going?

So summer over, bonjour university. Such a change! I used to think I was mature before I went to uni! But I promised myself that the 3 years would be enjoyable and just, just great (& come out with a good degree too!) - after all, I'll be paying for it for many years to come, and I know I will regret it if I come out having gained a first, but lacking in remarkable memories. Or perhaps I'm just very naive? Probably that too.

So all in all, naturally 2013 had hard times, tears, tantrums, turmoil...but it was also full of celebration, laughter (& tears of laughter), great memories, wonderful family and friends and all the other mushy things that I could write, but which I will graciously spare you, my lovely reader.

So here's to 2014, may it be as brilliant as and better than 2013. You know, I'm actually really excited. Bring it on!

Ok enough reminiscing and gag-inducing sentiments - reader I won't do it again for a while!
Much love and happy new year! Over & out, A x