When I was 21, I got a tattoo that reads 'Gnothi Seauton' (know thyself). I'd learnt about it in my Psychology degree and it stuck with me when I was going through a lot of change (and ironically knew my real self the least). The great part about growth is that you realise it happens... Continue Reading →
Society has us believing we always need to be better. Weigh less, look prettier, earn more, sleep less, work harder, buy more, do more, be more. We're surrounded by advertisements reminding us of an endless list of things we need to own, places we must visit, gadgets we "can't live without in 2022". Despite what... Continue Reading →
When I started this blog, we lived 30 minutes outside of London and in a relatively urban town. Callum regularly commuted into the city and we visited London on occasion for drinks or dinner. Therefore, the blog title 'From Seaside to City' fittingly encapsulated our move from deepest South Devon to (relatively near) the City.... Continue Reading →
"Our painful experiences can and will serve as trampolines, launching us into our next level in life." It’s funny how life-changing events never appear to be life-changing whilst you’re going through them. You take each day at a time, learn new information, make or change opinions, alter your perspective, react to events, make small... Continue Reading →
At work recently, we completed an exercise where we wrote down three anonymous complements on a sticky note for someone in the office. One of mine I received: 'always happy'. Initially, I was taken aback, whilst mentally reviewing each-and-every interaction I'd had with every person in the office to see if it matched up with... Continue Reading →
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder and up until now, I've been fortunate enough to never truly understand the gravity of that statement. I've felt that stomach-dropping pain of absence more regularly in the last 18 months than ever before. I haven't seen my dad in 8 months. I haven't seen my sisters... Continue Reading →
My favourite Christmas tradition is to wake up early whilst the rest of the house sleeps on, shrouded in darkness. I pad downstairs in my dressing gown and slippers and turn on the Christmas tree lights, breathe in its piney scent and watch the lights twinkle lazily, hearing only the reliant ticking of the clock.... Continue Reading →
We can all agree 2020 has been a shocker of a year and quite frankly I'm tired of feeling like a passenger in my own life. Granted there's not much I can do to cure Covid-19, and Cancer still exists, but there is one thing we all can do to make this place a little more bearable... Continue Reading →
Speak to me for five minutes and you can guarantee I'll incorporate horses into the conversation somewhere. My nickname is Shetty, my office computer is adorned with a pink fluffy unicorn pen, my house is covered in horse pictures and I would most definitely wear my riding stuff everyday if my boss would bear it.... Continue Reading →
Being the superstitious worrier that I am, I've delayed writing this post to avoid jinxing the very motive behind it. Clearly the House-Buying Gods smiled down on me and appreciated my thought because thankfully this blog can go ahead. We own our own house! Thinking back to pre-lockdown feels like years ago. Nevertheless, it's only... Continue Reading →
From Seaside To City 