as we start the new year, its time to look forward at what i look to achieve in twenty twenty three. midnight for me, was under the table, with twelve grapes. every single superstition, good luck charm for a better year ahead.
so, this year its really simple, i am not dwelling on that was or wasn’t twenty twenty two. one relatively simple goal, although complex in reality, twelve countries in twelve months. what could possibly go wrong?
starting in gothenburg sweden in january, and copenhagen in february, i am determined to make this one stick. documented, and posted on my new ig page @waititswanderlust, i am hoping to inspire.
yes, quite a strange title to a blog post, acknowledged with thanks.
i can confirm that the title comes from the title of a book i was gifted this (last month). ‘the one minute manager meets the monkey’. now, you’re thinking that i was going to update you all on some out of the ordinary antics on a monthly basis – no this wasn’t the month i learnt how to read, although it was the first time i read a book cover to cover in years.. usually i get bored, and my attention takes me elsewhere.
i saw this stuck to a window as a boarded a train last year. accurate. very.
as twenty nineteen draws to a close, i sit here and can’t help but to reflect on the last three hundred and sixty five days that have gone by. as cliché as it sounds, its matter of fact. at the beginning of this year i apologised to the world for not being vocal and set my new years resolution to write more. this is my outlet for my thoughts, inspirations and even my frustrations. that said, i wrote nothing – well, actually i wrote a lot, but mainly drafted and never really got round to posting. i ask myself why? in all honesty i am not sure of that answer as of yet. there are times when i feel like talking and others when i don’t. this year was one of those times where i didn’t.
so realistically what has happened? well for starts a whole year passed within about five minutes and i cant really believe it. my last post i said that 2018 (was so tempted to write that out in full) was an amazing year for me and i wanted to bring that energy into 2019 with the manta of ‘self love is sanity not vanity’. i set out that i was going to find myself again and focus on me and my #insta basically. well i can say that i didn’t really do any of that.
i recently celebrated a birthday, i say a birthday when i mean my own. i am officially in the late twenties club (if there is an actual club then my invite was lost in the post). what a better way to celebrate than to get my friends and head to my favourite city in all of the land. london.
there is something about the white bricks of kensington and chelsea, the hustle of the circle line and even bank tube station that i just love. i think one day i’ll end up living in the capital. hence the title, london calling.
its fair to say that i am quite the avid traveller. long haul, short haul and even city breaks. i’ve done them all this year, and will more than likely continue to do so. traveling the world and seeing new things is quite literally for me the reason for life. if i could just travel forever, you wouldn’t see me again. well you would – just not in one place for long.
a lot of travel means one thing – a lot of packing. something that i cannot stand to do. i used to be the most organised packer known to man, case out weeks before and outfits planned out to the day. i’ve given up on that now, i just don’t have the time! my breaks usually come after the most stressful time at work so are well needed and deserved. they usually mean finishing up at the office hours before flying or commuting – meaning it leaves me very little time to pack, organise or prepare. but this has allowed me to become pretty brilliant at last min organising! its simple really.
a word of so many meanings, home. is it the place you sleep? where your family is? where you grew up? since i can remember mine was all three. twenty six years of living at home. i wrote that without even realising – a force of habit i guess. recently that’s all changed – gone are the days of the family house, the city i knew, and the family close by. don’t get me wrong, its refreshing, liberating but also a little daunting.
this week i turned twenty seven. i was going to write i celebrated the day, but it was more a mixture of a life crisis and a party. but yes, i am officially in my late twenties. i deny it all the time but lets face reality – i am sat here on a saturday evening with a cup of tea (yorkshire gold of course) and typing away instead of dancing the night away.
i take a look back at all i have seen, done and achieved in the last year and you know what? its quite a bit. i was baffled for a while on deciding if this was the year of travel, the year of style or the year of food. but without a shadow of a doubt, this my friends was the year of change. twenty six saw me leave my job of 8 years, my city, my home and my family. all in the space of 18 days. struggling to see how i even managed it to be honest. i am starting the new year in the city of manchester, salford if we must. i never thought it would be the case.