The Last Ten Years
The last ten years have been pretty amazing. Ten years ago I was a second year student at London Metropolitan University. I had an almost/kind of boyfriend and I was a definite size 8 (a US 4). I was struggling for money regularly, like everyone at university, but I was having a lovely time. Ten years of education behind me, I was very independent but I hadn’t quite done “adulting” yet.
So in the last ten years:
I have seen that awkward, it’ll-never-last sort of boyfriend grow into a husband. I am even adopting my new married name ‘Fluskey’ as enthusiastically as I can (just in case you were wondering what a Flying Fluskey was, and if you’d ever seen one on safari)
My enjoyment of holidays has grown into a real passion for travel.
I’ve seen 33 new countries on 5 different continents.
Many of those were seen on a five month adventure around Asia, the best five months of my life. It has left me bereft of long term travel ever since.
I have had jobs from Primark to Harrods, been a Christmas Elf and a steward at the Royal Albert Hall. Now, I’m working at Heathrow Airport for Virgin Atlantic Airways after a few years of trying to break into travel. Finally, I know what it’s like to turn left on a plane…pretty sweet.
Recently (in the last month or so) I have decided to follow these wise words:
No one is ever going to ask you to do the thing you really want to do. So think about what you’d like to do, then start doing it. – Jordan Bach.
That is why I have been blogging happily away as Flying Fluskey. When I get home from Sri Lanka I am going to grips with it and start on the long journey to making it look and feel a touch more professional.
A Life Crisis
I am also having a life crisis about house deposits/how should the logo for my blog look/the pressure from other people to make babies/my desire to travel all the time/whether Karl will make me have a dog one day/what is SEO and what the devil is a long pin/Brexit/should I start yoga again because my flexibility is declining/can I handle the embarrassment of the lady fart incident if I tried yoga again/seriously, my desire to go travelling again, ALL THE TIME/can I just pretend I’m twenty again?
Ah well, best to stop worrying, at my age it may well give me forehead wrinkles. Let’s pull silly faces instead. I know I am incredibly lucky, living a life I can’t entirely afford. I have some excellent friends who do amazing things and a hubby who I can rely on to correct my spelling, hold my hand and see the things I can’t. Not to mention my family who are exploring the world, are incredibly supportive and accept each crazy life plan I have with pleasant “she’s mental” smiles.
Here’s to the next ten years, may they be half as fulfilling, exciting and I hope to get to see even more of this super planet.