Twenty bloody four. Sorry, but how is that even possible? It only feels like yesterday that I was chugging a bottle of Frosty Jack’s on a Grimsby field with Basshunter on repeat.
(This isn’t a recent thing. I was 15 – although I am a bit partial to Basshunter every now and then.)
I actually turned 24 at the end of July, but I’ve been so busy trotting across the globe that it hasn’t really sunk in until now. Being jet-lagged and drinking countless cocktails doesn’t really gel well, which is why I don’t have a very clear memory of this year’s birthday. That probably has something to do with it too.
But the reality would sink in eventually, just like it always does. The reality being that I am approaching my mid-twenties, which is just downright terrifying.
Here’s 24 things you learn by the age of 24.
A mere week after my 3-week-long trip to Bali, I was lucky enough to go on an all expenses paid trip to Prague for the annual 10-day Journalism Bootcamp scholarship. Organised by the Bakala Foundation, the scholarship brings together 20 journalism students from around the world and includes daily workshops and lectures, taught by some of the best professionals in the field.
I knew I would love it, but I didn’t realise just how much. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life. Not only was I lucky enough to be chosen for a prestigious program that has given my future career a huge boost, but I’ve made friends for life.
Outside of the lectures and workshops, I wanted nothing more than to sample the very best of what Prague has to offer, since there’s just so much to see and do in this beautiful city.
In a couple of months I’ll be heading out to South East Asia to go backpacking around Bali and Thailand. It’ll basically be like a “gap yaaah” that’s condensed into three-and-a-half weeks and two countries. When I booked the flights in November it seemed like I had ages to go, but, time being what it is, it’s come around in the blink of an eye.
If you’re reading this from the sunny paradise that the UK has suddenly turned into, after what seems like 435 years of snow and bitter cold, you’ll probably be feeling those long-awaited summer vibes.
It’s not surprising that January is considered to be the most depressing month of the year. One too many mince pies at Christmas caused us to gain a few pounds, and our New Year’s resolutions are already long forgotten. Christmas is such a happy, joyful time surrounded by the 3 vital f’s: family, friends and food. So when that’s all over, is it any wonder that we’re left feeling a bit lost, not really knowing what to do with ourselves?