At the age of 26, I feel quite happy to tell you that I’m utterly unsure of my future. At 16, I knew I’d have further educations to make, at 18 I knew that I was leaving everything I knew to study 100 miles from home and at 21, I knew that I was, actually, more capable than I once thought. At 23 I knew that I wanted to try my hand at something completely new and moved abroad and at 24, I didn’t feel strong enough to weather a loss without my family around me. At 25, I was unsure again and felt compelled to follow the norm: save for a house deposit, buy another car, pretend I was nailing life and find another 9-5. Now that I’m 26, I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m ultimately wild at heart. My mind changes like the wind and that’s okay. The mere thought of having one routine for even a week never mind the rest of my life makes me feel stifled. I’m excited to move again, to explore, hike, climb, dream. As much as a beautiful home and 2.5 kids makes me feel dizzy with excitement, this globe is huge and it’s ours and I think I have more in me.
PS. Still love gingham and exposed shoulders. I’m such a fashion bloggah.
Photos by Kaye Ford.
Wearing:
(Gingham floral embroidered cold shoulder top, New Look;
Topshop MOTO Stepped Hem Jamie jeans, Topshop;
Bow pointed toe flat shoes, Accessorize;
Celine Trio crossbody bag, Celine.)
Wild at Heart
21.6.17 I’ve got to say: you can’t beat England in the sunshine. That misplaced gratitude for a sparkle of sunlight in June when most countries enjoy that shit for more than a week. Following a well overdue post about what I do in a week, things have - ironically - been a little off-kilter at Chez Chai as of late. Golden sunlight coupled with celebrating with H and a pre-holiday workload mean that I’ve felt strained and stretched to my limits. The other morning I found myself running to and fro between the Post Office and my car, eventually perched inside my boot with an impromptu Honey + Chai order packing session! Such is the glamour of freelancer life, eh? And it’s odd, really, that for all of the organisation and structure that was my post last week, I’m far from organised or structured at all, in my life.At the age of 26, I feel quite happy to tell you that I’m utterly unsure of my future. At 16, I knew I’d have further educations to make, at 18 I knew that I was leaving everything I knew to study 100 miles from home and at 21, I knew that I was, actually, more capable than I once thought. At 23 I knew that I wanted to try my hand at something completely new and moved abroad and at 24, I didn’t feel strong enough to weather a loss without my family around me. At 25, I was unsure again and felt compelled to follow the norm: save for a house deposit, buy another car, pretend I was nailing life and find another 9-5. Now that I’m 26, I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m ultimately wild at heart. My mind changes like the wind and that’s okay. The mere thought of having one routine for even a week never mind the rest of my life makes me feel stifled. I’m excited to move again, to explore, hike, climb, dream. As much as a beautiful home and 2.5 kids makes me feel dizzy with excitement, this globe is huge and it’s ours and I think I have more in me.
PS. Still love gingham and exposed shoulders. I’m such a fashion bloggah.
Photos by Kaye Ford.
Wearing:
(Gingham floral embroidered cold shoulder top, New Look;
Topshop MOTO Stepped Hem Jamie jeans, Topshop;
Bow pointed toe flat shoes, Accessorize;
Celine Trio crossbody bag, Celine.)
