Wish You Were Here

29th August 2019 I was always under the impression that you had to know someone for years before considering them your best friend, which when you think about it is really weird considering when you’re in primary school, on the very first day you pick a random person and you just go:  ‘You. You’re going to be my best friend.’ Yet, for some unknown reason, I hit secondary school and felt compelled to know someone for a decent amount of time before I could bestow the title of ‘Best Friend’ upon them. Between August 2018 and Augu st 2019 however, everything changed. I decided to go back to university, and found myself living with six other people, and holy crap, I am never doing that again, (why I decided to do that to myself is beyond me.) The people I lived with were some of the absolute best people and some of the worst people I have ever had the pleasure or misfortune to meet. One of those people was the woman I now have the privilege of calling one of my very best ...

20th August 2019 To those who are no longer with me,  My mum has this thing. As children, she could always tell when we were lying. So, she made us prove it to her. As a kid I couldn’t do it. As an adult, I still can’t. Nine times out of ten, she would come down to our level, one hand on my shoulder, my theory so that we couldn’t squirm away, and with the other she would point to her eye and say, “Look me in my beady little eyes and say sausages, sausages, sausages, three times without laughing I did not….” Followed by whatever the hell we were lying about that day. Now, what you don’t understand is, we had to say the whole thing. We didn’t just have to say sausages three times and then the thing we were lying about, we had to say the without laughing bit too. What my mum won’t tell you though, is that she pulls a face. She opens her eyes so wide and leans into you that is impossible to not laugh. I’m 24, and I can be telling the God’s Honest truth and mum will ...

13 th August 2019 To those who are no longer with me, It is three days until my first year of being a university student experience is over. On Friday I move back home for a month because I was unlucky enough to find a tenancy that would overlap with my current one. So, stuff is going into storage and myself and some prized possessions will be going home for a month. If I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I hate packing. I like to think of myself of a somewhat organised person but I am no Monica  Geller  and I cannot for the life of me see the fun side to packing. It is just unnecessary stress for this girl who tends to stress about something before there is even something to stress about. As this finally week progresses and I slowly pack away my belongings into boxes that won’t see the light of day for a month, I look a round my room that now looks nothing like it did the week after I moved in and it’s a little sad. There have been times living in this fl...

6th August 2019 To those who are no longer with me, Story time. I had this friend, this girl that for eleven years, I considered my best friend. A year ago yesterday however, we stopped talking. She was ‘over this friendship’ and I simply said goodbye. Now, I will be the first to throw my hands up and admit that in 2013 maybe 2014, I was a really crappy, terrible friend. I was awful. I did something that involved the guy she liked and it hurt her. We got past it, moved on, everything was hunky-dory. Or so I thought. Fast forward to June 2018. My best friend of eleven years has come across from Cardiff to Boston to see me. Which makes a huge change as I was the one to do the travelling in this friendship. She had just broken up with her boyfriend after finding out he had been cheating on her a few times. So, she needed what every girl needs after a breakup, a night out with her best friend. The only reason that night out happened in Boston is because she couldn’t run into he...