So here I
am, 26 years old and finally a graduate. Never one to win a race,
predictably I did it 5 years later then my parents wanted. And
predictably the weather was a heatwave, the Graduation Hall had no
air-con, and I was sliding around inside my gown. Which was about 3
sizes too long and permanently falling off my shoulders. Cue me asking
any random I could to "pin me in". But the sun was shining, the parents
were happy(ish), and I even got my own shout-out due to my course no
longer even being a degree (yes Leeds realised it was a hopeless course
mmm about mid-way through me being on it). Nothing like good money
wasted! I also got asked by several students 'what the job market
looked like'. Whilst it made me feel rather self-important, I also felt I
was looking the closer age of 30 and settled this unease with a few
Peach Bellini's in the Union afterwards. De-light-ful #newfavouritedrink
(yes i hash-tagged!). And whilst my mum got drunk and threw scathing
remarks at my divorced father over the Union table I still couldn't help
but think all in all it had been rather a successful day.
Back
to London and a few days later I went for a highly anticipated high-tea
at The Savoy with my godmother. And I have two words for you. STALE
SANDWICHES. I may be from the North, but a high-class hotel can't fool
me, I know if my breads been out in the sun a bit too long. And my
finely cut sarnies were slightly tough around the edges. But the cakes
were tasty, and no eyebrows were raised when I substituted my choice of
tea for a coca-cola. But still, should have gone The Ritz...
The
weather in London is currently amazing, and this long long heatwave makes me feel
great about the fact that I can't afford to go on holiday this year.
Being a freelancer I'm working on a rewarding project at the moment
called tanning. Its currently looking good.
Apart from
graduating, eating
stale-ish sandwiches at The Savoy and re-hydrating this heatwave with
Pimm's, I've been having some wholly sunny thoughts about the future.
Sunny
thoughts which involve moving to LA in January and working there for a
few months. Just to ward off the cold winter blues in London, and to
split up Ryan Gosling and Eva Mendes (joke!) (well...kinda). I've always
wanted to be one of these people who work in LA for a few months of the
year, and then London the rest so I've decided I'm just going to do it!
Flight is getting booked the minute my bank account starts to resemble
the plus side.
Hope everyone in the UK is enjoying this glorious weather!
Emily x
