The Next Chapter

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end" ~ Seneca

I don't know how I'm going to write this without sounding so cliché. It's happening to everyone, so it's not as if I'm the only one experiencing it, but it does feel like something very important and exciting is happening to me at the moment. I'm moving on and starting the next phase of my life, which fills me with so much excitement and jubilation that I can barely contain it, which would explain why I'm writing this blog entry...


Having the opportunity to start afresh is so appealing and I can't wait.

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I wrote that a few weeks ago before I started college (as you can see, the entry says Monday 1st September!), but then didn't want to write anymore; I can't remember the reason! Anyway, I've decided that I liked it enough to post, but wanted to add some sort of explanation and possibly more for the sake of it being a decent length entry. I think that I think too much into all this stuff, wanting it to sound eloquent, wordy, cool and somehow be better than the whiny blogs out there, but actually, that's not being me or who I am, so should just write what I want to write and be who I want to be; not who I think I should be. I now feel able to write about what I've done, post photos and talk about being ME and give people an insight into my life, instead of trying to write a masterpiece, every time I click 'new post'. Also, it can allow old friends to keep track of me and what I'm up to; I'd hate to lose contact with them.

So, consider this a new start and a new blog!

L'Avenir

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

One day I'd like to live on the shore-front in Greece, in a white washed house with multicoloured doors and windows. I'd like to be married and have a couple half-Greek children to home for when they come home from school and they can teach me what was unveiled to them.

One day I'd like to be a free-living, bohemian traveller, with messy hair and crazy clothes. I'd live with what was in my bag and spend my time in picturesque fields, watching sunrises and sunsets with my closest friends and feeling completely at peace with the world.

One day I'd like to be an artist, living in a small apartment Montmartre in Paris, with a view from my bedroom window of the square where life goes on at a steady pace. I could watch the old, crinkled men with their berets and paintbrushes, and sometimes join them for a chat on the dastardly current affairs of the world.

One day I'd like to live as a count'y bumpkin in a hidden-away cottage that has delicate flowers covering the brickwork. I would have a horse or two, who I could ride most days and teach my children to ride, once big enough. The cottage would have captivating views from every window of the enchanting countryside and I would have days free to just ramble and take the most beautiful photos. Most days, you would be able to smell the gorgeous smells of home baking and on Sundays, the exciting scent of a chicken in the oven and the parsnips and potatoes (that we've grown ourselves!) roasting. Even though the nearest village would be a fifteen minute drive away, it would be worth it, because it meant that we could live in this place close to heaven.

I want a happy future, wherever I end up.

An Introduction

"Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects" ~ Arnold H. Glasgow

Laughter is indeed the greatest medicine and the best that I could prescribe. I am told that I have many laughs, and I am still trying to figure out what this means; obviously the literal meaning is that I can laugh in many ways, depending on a situation, say, but what does it mean? Does it mean that I have no individual laugh that sets me apart? Is it a chink in my armour of identity? Who knows; it is not something I wish to dwell upon for too long.

So this is my very first blog! I expect all those reading this to be wondering why on earth I chose to do such a thing and no longer be a stranger or a virgin to the global sensation of blogging. I have always thought that bloggers were a new form of attention seekers, divulging their secrets to the world or just being plain annoying and moaning to the world about being grounded for the weekend. But I have discovered that it is not so! One can make their blog whatever they want it to be, be it a place to exhibit photos, poems, stories, recipes, opinions or to create an online community of people who hold similar interests. I have to say that I still don't like or enjoy reading the ones full of drivel about their day at work, or those full of complaints about things that they can never be bothered to change, but if I don't like them, I don't have to read them; it's all up to the author.
I do not yet have a full idea of what I intend my blog to be about, but that is something that I don't need to worry about; I'm just going to let it become what it is to become, be it posting photos or pieces of art to which I am inclined to or poems that I enjoy, opinions on people and programmes, or maybe just my ramblings and thoughts on the world. Let's wait and see, shall we?

So there you have it, my first ever blog, however short it is. Do I feel any pride or satisfaction towards it? Not particularly, although I have to admit that I am probably going to go and tell friends and acquaintances about it, which makes me feel rather excited...