That's it, Christmas season over, 2015 has begun and I'm attempting to get my life back to some kind of normal routine.
Christmas 2014 was amazing, I was lucky enough to go back to Kent on the 21st in the end which meant extra days with my loved ones. The festive season kicked off in Paris the week before with Christmas drinks and lots of goodbyes untill the new year; I even helped to cook a Christmas dinner with Cath for some fellow au pairs. But it was stepping off the train at Ebbsfleet when I really started to get excited about the holidays. Coming home after 4 months away is always exciting, I love nothing more then walking through our red front door and being greeted by our over excited pooch; at 14 years old she takes a few moments longer to register me but she still remembers eventually. I spent 10 days at home which is longer then I normally did during university but it was so hard to leave this time. Holidays are meant to be for relaxing but this did not really happen for me; I packed 10 days full of seeing my beautiful best friends, spending time with family, catching up with old friends and I even went back to the pub for a few shifts. I ate too much, drank sooooo much gin and tonic and beathed as much country air as I could. I can't even begin to tell you how good it was to see everyone again, the older friendships get the more difficult it is being the one whose always away. But as Chantal pointed out, I haven't changed, much anyway I just have roots now, wear less colour and more lipstick. It was also so good to be out of a city and back in sleepy Kent, I've never appreciated it enough. Living so close to London and relatively big towns means our patch of Kent doesn't always feel as country as others but going back you realise it really is very country. I have realised that whilst it is fun for a while I could never permanently settle in a city, I'd miss long walks, country pubs and beautiful views too much. And as much as it pains me to admit, walking into a pub and knowing more then just the people you came with is nice.
But I did come back to Paris, just in time for New Years and to lock everyone out on a balcony for 2 hours (yup calamity Kate strikes again). I've got such mixed feelings about being back, I didn't want to leave Kent but I also really wanted/needed to come back to a big city and loose myself in it again at least for a little while longer. It's been a blessing really because it's pretty quiet here atm so I can take some time to relax and catch up on sleep before work starts again on Monday.
So 2015, everyone made new years resolutions? I didn't, I never really do, resolutions always seem useless to me, I never stick to them. I could resolve to be a less messy, more stable person who doesn't make really bad decisions (or 'Kate' choices as Robyn so delicately puts it) who drinks less and saves more money. Who because she has saved more money can travel more. Someone who finally figures out where she wants to be, what she wants to be doing and who, well just who. But I'm not sure I'd be me if I took away all those things and why should I? I'm happy and healthy. However every new years eve I sit and write a letter to myself, dear past year me, here's what you've survived and achieved and here's what you've got to look forward too. I read them all back occasionally just to check myself. In fact I sit and write letters a lot, it's the BEST therapy, just sit there and write everything you're feeling down, address it to whoever you want or just yourself. Mine turn into prayers, revelations or just full in self indulgent dwelling, but whatever they end up like they help. I've got a book stuffed full of them, I read back over them and they make me cry, laugh, cringe and be thankful that I'm not going through that anymore. So here's to 2015, I'm sure I'll write many more letters throughout the year.
Christmas 2014 was amazing, I was lucky enough to go back to Kent on the 21st in the end which meant extra days with my loved ones. The festive season kicked off in Paris the week before with Christmas drinks and lots of goodbyes untill the new year; I even helped to cook a Christmas dinner with Cath for some fellow au pairs. But it was stepping off the train at Ebbsfleet when I really started to get excited about the holidays. Coming home after 4 months away is always exciting, I love nothing more then walking through our red front door and being greeted by our over excited pooch; at 14 years old she takes a few moments longer to register me but she still remembers eventually. I spent 10 days at home which is longer then I normally did during university but it was so hard to leave this time. Holidays are meant to be for relaxing but this did not really happen for me; I packed 10 days full of seeing my beautiful best friends, spending time with family, catching up with old friends and I even went back to the pub for a few shifts. I ate too much, drank sooooo much gin and tonic and beathed as much country air as I could. I can't even begin to tell you how good it was to see everyone again, the older friendships get the more difficult it is being the one whose always away. But as Chantal pointed out, I haven't changed, much anyway I just have roots now, wear less colour and more lipstick. It was also so good to be out of a city and back in sleepy Kent, I've never appreciated it enough. Living so close to London and relatively big towns means our patch of Kent doesn't always feel as country as others but going back you realise it really is very country. I have realised that whilst it is fun for a while I could never permanently settle in a city, I'd miss long walks, country pubs and beautiful views too much. And as much as it pains me to admit, walking into a pub and knowing more then just the people you came with is nice.
But I did come back to Paris, just in time for New Years and to lock everyone out on a balcony for 2 hours (yup calamity Kate strikes again). I've got such mixed feelings about being back, I didn't want to leave Kent but I also really wanted/needed to come back to a big city and loose myself in it again at least for a little while longer. It's been a blessing really because it's pretty quiet here atm so I can take some time to relax and catch up on sleep before work starts again on Monday.
So 2015, everyone made new years resolutions? I didn't, I never really do, resolutions always seem useless to me, I never stick to them. I could resolve to be a less messy, more stable person who doesn't make really bad decisions (or 'Kate' choices as Robyn so delicately puts it) who drinks less and saves more money. Who because she has saved more money can travel more. Someone who finally figures out where she wants to be, what she wants to be doing and who, well just who. But I'm not sure I'd be me if I took away all those things and why should I? I'm happy and healthy. However every new years eve I sit and write a letter to myself, dear past year me, here's what you've survived and achieved and here's what you've got to look forward too. I read them all back occasionally just to check myself. In fact I sit and write letters a lot, it's the BEST therapy, just sit there and write everything you're feeling down, address it to whoever you want or just yourself. Mine turn into prayers, revelations or just full in self indulgent dwelling, but whatever they end up like they help. I've got a book stuffed full of them, I read back over them and they make me cry, laugh, cringe and be thankful that I'm not going through that anymore. So here's to 2015, I'm sure I'll write many more letters throughout the year.
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