So, it’s pretty fair to say that last week was a bloody good week. It all started when I woke up at 8am on Friday to watch Princess Eugenie’s wedding. Yes, I did do that – and no, I don’t care. She may be one of the lesser-known royals, but she is still royal, and that’s a good enough excuse for me to get my royalist hat on and cry without shame at how beautiful she looked.
She wore a classic, elegant backless number that showed her scar from a spinal operation she had aged 12, simply because she’s not ashamed of it – she’s empowered by it.
This struck a chord for me, because I have a 6-inch scar on my stomach from an emergency operation I had aged 18.
It’s been over a month since I got back from my little Christmas getaway to Berlin, and I’ve been so busy with exams that I haven’t had chance to write about it until now. Considering that, upon deciding where to go for a city break, me and my friend picked Berlin out of a hat (it was up against 10 other European cities), combined with the fact that not once have I considered visiting Germany before, the city itself was a pleasant surprise.
For whatever reason, I’ve been feeling more nostalgic than usual lately. The ever-dreaded 23 is upon me, and I can’t really get my head around the fact that I’ll be 24 next year. God forbid, 25. I don’t even like thinking about that.
I’m aware that the title of this post makes my blog now seem like some kind of trashy network marketing scam – but rest assured, that is not the case. It’s merely a post discussing freelance writing and how it’s actually a viable option of work when you’re a student.