Monday, 17 January 2011

Has anybody seen my independence?

After looking through some photos from the places my boyfriend and i visited last year, i'm left with a feeling of itchy feet, a lovely warm feeling of nostalgia as well as a feeling of sadness upon looking out the window at dreary, grey England. I would love to be back in some of those places right now, but they seem like such a distant memory. The photos below are some of the most beautiful places i've ever visited.


Valence, South of France

At the age of 25, there's something very wrong and very frustrating about your dad telling you to tidy your room or clean out your car. Yes that's right, i said 25. After living away from home independently for 7 years, it really is no fun having to live back home for a while. (Maybe this is why i'm yearning to escape into these photos.) 

Ok, so to be fair, i do get cooked for most nights and my mum literally insists on doing my laundry for me and ironing everything. Honestly EVERYTHING, socks, tea towels, duvets, knickers and anything else that is even remotely fabric based. I've tried to stop her or tell her that i'll do it, but there's no staling her when she's wielding that iron in her hand, she's like a machine. Other plus points about living at home include never having to go food shopping and having someone up earlier than you in case your alarm doesn't go off in the morning.

Outskirts of Sydney, Australia

Don't get me wrong, i love my parents to death and i know that they would do anything for me and i'm completely grateful for that. It's just they have their 'ways' and i have my 'ways' and unfortunately my 'ways' are approximately 95% more relaxed than theirs. It feels as though i can't sneeze without upsetting the natural balance of my parents meticulously planned and organised house proud life. And this, it seems is starting to drive me slowly but surely insane. 

I'm quite literally yearning for my own freedom and space, a life of my own where i decide what to have for tea and when i'll do the laundry and if i want to leave the entire contents of my handbag (just for the record, it's a big bag, one of those Mary Poppins bottomless pit ones) scattered over the living room floor for 3 days then i bloody well will.

Somewhere near Washing D.C, USA

The big thing that's getting to me at the moment is that i don't feel as if i have a space to call my own and therefore my creativity feels like it's hit a brick wall alot of the time. The ideas are there, i just feel as if i can't get comfortable enough to let it all out. I'm the kind of person that gets bored easily and i hate routine, but at the same time i do love my home comforts and i love to travel and see new places. 

When i had my own flat, i had a little space in the corner of my spare room where i used to draw and design tshirts (i had a thing with screen printing a few years back) surrounded by bits of fabric and pens and paper. I was in my element because that was my little place to escape and i could do whatever the hell i wanted in there. 

Traveling inspires me in the same way. Whenever i've experienced different countries or cities i always come back with a real feeling of inspiration. I was lucky enough to experience several different countries and meet some amazing new people last year due to my lovely musician boyfriend and his even lovlier touring schedule! Each time i came back, i'd say i didn't want to come home, partly because i didn't feel as if i knew where my home was and partly because of all the lovely people we'd met, communities we'd experienced and places that i could quite happily see myself living in abroad. My conclusion is that i need to find a nice cosy studio flat ASAP that i can call home that's cheap enough for me to still be able to afford to pop off to brighter, sunnier climates every so often. And maybe in the not so distant future i might be able to afford to call one of those other inspirational cities my home too.


New York City, USA

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