So we are into a new year, and time for reflection. We all do it even if you say you don't, FB help us with add one etc...
I thought that I will stop drinking, become a responsible adult and settle down.......... "hannah your nearly 30 now', 'when are you going to settle down', 'when are you going to find a man and marry', bla blah bla..... People ask the questions all the time, but I can't answer them, its all about timing. You got to be on the same page otherwise the book wont flow.
I have not had any alcohol since Friday 2nd, so far I am going good because last time I only lasted 3days.
Not drinking, working ridiculous long hours and hibernation equals lets go over my life through, Photos on Facebook. I have to say I have had a pretty bloody awesome life. Yes I have had my ups and downs, heart breaks, lost loved ones, and all the other bullshit, but honestly the Good times have out weighed the bad. (If I can't see that someone slap me now. The adventures of UNI, moving to Alice Springs, Moving to Mt Buller, Buying a caravan off EBay and naming him Vinny driving around Australia by myself with Big Tez (my car), living in Brisbane, and moving to UK. In all those adventures I meet life long friends, and learned so much about myself. Honestly if I let fear run my life I would not have been able to do half of those adventures. Every single adventure has come with a rollercoaster of emotions. Its how you handle the first rollercoaster to help you handle the others and so on.
Ever since I was a teenager I always said 20's are about me, growing, making mistakes, learning traveling experiencing as much ash can so then in my 30's Id be happy to settled down (find man that can handle me) and even think about a family (honestly this scares the shit out of me, more fear of failing than anything). I am now at the tail end of the 20's and the mind starts pondering on what comes next as most of your closet friends have walked down the isle, had children or near walking down the isle. I am not in any way envy of my friends at their stages of their life, more happy than anything. Everyone life stages come differently but it does give your perspective on what you want in life. Honestly if I was to come to the UK now, I probably wouldn't.
So I have decided to breakup with myself. Weird as it may sound (I even think so) but if I cant look into the Mirror and like what I see, then only I can change things. I am more breaking up with my excuses. I am over my excuses as why I don't go to the gym as much or exercise and my drunken binge on Maccas etc... I have grown up being fit most of my life and having that balance with socialising, and yes traveling makes it hard as you don't care as much as your are out enjoying yourself, forgetting about your body image. You can always rely on family members to be brutally honest when it comes your body, So why can't I do this over here travel and be fit. I have made some lifestyle changes for the better me. However one thing I am not going to change just yet is how sober I will be. I have spent the a good 80% of my 20's drinking and socialising so why stop that now when there is only 6months to go.
If I can train as hard as I have been partying I'll be fist pumping all the way home to Australia. Heathrow injection can kiss my butt.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
6months in a nut shell.
I decided to check out my blogs from last year travels. I clearly stop blogging after France, as I started to have too much of a good time, and I forgot or didn't have the time to write about my Adventures . However lucky I am addicted to photos, as my pictures tell a thousand words. But only I know the actual story behind them.
In a nut shell,
Over the last 6months I have seen much and grown just a little bit more both side ways and as a person. I have fallen in love with Spain, partied harder than I did at Uni (which I didn't think was possible), spent 1 weeks in San Sebastian ate n drank myself stupid, worked with First Festival for 2 weeks at San Fermin Festival, Watched ppl rack up lines in the streets of Pamplona, people get fucked up by bulls, heck I even had to pee in between two cars down a drain in the main street. Swam on the fountain in the middle if Pamplona where we could of got arrested. Became friends with 6 amazing lasseso and 'all the lads'. Even tried to get laid but the cock fright took over. Hitched hiked to Baca, with 5 Aussies, slept in cars, road tripped along the coast. Ended up in Lagos for few more bender nights, kayaked on the North Atlantic Sea, before I had to fly back to London (reality). Best 6 weeks ever.
I wasn't ready to return but I had a medical follow up for the clinical trial. I landed a job, lived on my mates floor for 6weeks as I didn't know what I want to do, where to go, stay in England, move to Scotland, Ireland etc.... funds were getting low, stress levels rose. Until I scored a tour leader gig with PP travel to Oktoberfest.
Plan was to quit my job, go to Germany come back move North find work. Good plan. (never happened)
However another opportunity came up, to work for the company I did my clinical trial. (stay in London it was)
At this point I was living with a beautiful Indian family for 3weeks before Germany, in space of 5 days, I got a new job, a place to live and happy for me to start on my return to Germany. (finally London was starting to ease up on me).
I then fell in love with Germany and Austria. My first ever trip away as tour leader, and didn't I learn lots in a week. What goes on tour stays on tour. BUT I will say best 7days ever. Good bunch of people, beer was flowing, Jaegermister was disappearing and lots of laughs along the way. Still laughing at the stories now.
Returned back to London, moved to Surrey with 2 English lads. (they think I am boozy Australian) which is partially true. Started my new job, it was either sink or swim. I had no idea what I was doing but because I like to compete with myself, I had to win, so I swam and even scored a pay rise. However last 3 months have been tough, new job, post travel depression (even though I am still technically traveling). Loose my phone, (wasn't even that drunk what shits me the most). Broke as pie. More drunken nights, and shenanigans. But still got a smile on the dial.
Losing the phone is been mostly a blessing in disguise (minor the insurance hassle etc.) but I have stopped, observed and learned that we as society have become boring, unsociable people. We will all be wearing neck braces to straighten our necks from bending our heads, staring at our phones, stalking people FB, Tinder, Snap chat, Instagram, what's app etc.... I could go on for days. But not me, I'll behind your all as I have tram buddies, every morning we catch the same train and tram, so we do what all normal people used to do before phones, talk to each other, we laughed, joked, took the piss put of each other. (actual conversations). Irish, Polish and Aussie! We even exchanged gifts before Christmas. To what surprises me the most is, other People cannot believe I can make friends on a tram. (I could make friends anywhere, lets be honest,) but why not on a tram, at a bus stop, no different than at a pub (only difference is sober environment vs alcohol induced environment). Why not stop and say Hi to the person next to you. All it takes is for one person to say HI. You may wish sometimes you didn't make eye contact but sometimes it pays off. ( trust me amount of times I have been bailed up on the tube station with ppl wanting to give me their busy cards, numbers etc). But having Tram Buddies makes the commute just the bit easier and fun.
Christmas has come around so fast, I looked back and can't believe I have nearly been here 12months. I was very lucky to spend Christmas with my Aunty and Uncle here in England and with Catrionas family. It was cold, yet sunny on Christmas day, even went to the pub, which is unheard of in Australia on Christmas day, went for walks in the woods and ate n drank, laughed so much I can't wipe the smile off my face. It was so nice, words cannot describe how good it was.
New Year. Normally for New Years for me, it consist of BBQ, beach, and drinks and firework antics on the beach. But this year I went off to Edinburgh.
I feel in love with Edinburgh, the culture, their kilts, ascents and passion for history. I met more amazing people, participated in torch parade, watch one of the best bonfires I have seen, fireworks and walked the streets of old Edinburgh. All before new year.
New year came around, kicked off at 12 to celebrate Aussie New Year, and it just flowed onto the night. Did win a bet I'd see New year out. (Just). The street party was unbelievable, you can take your own drinks in and just dance the night away. 1st Jan saw me out a Wild pub crawl where I don't remember much and things are blur but stories come out...
We did have task to 1. Kiss a Scot in kilt, 2. Kiss a Scot Cop (90% are fit and sexy), 3. Kiss a Scot called Hamish (hardest tasks), 2.kiss a ginger scot. 4. flash for a pash. 5. One which I don't remember. Some of us smashed it, and other no so much. Hamish was still a no go. (there is a
Story behind the 'Hamish' thing, but it was just a random Scots name)
But at New Years everyone stops as take time to look at themselves and decide to set new year resolutions, etc...
For me I was like I gotta stop being such a piss head, sober up a bit 30 is around the corner....
In a nut shell,
Over the last 6months I have seen much and grown just a little bit more both side ways and as a person. I have fallen in love with Spain, partied harder than I did at Uni (which I didn't think was possible), spent 1 weeks in San Sebastian ate n drank myself stupid, worked with First Festival for 2 weeks at San Fermin Festival, Watched ppl rack up lines in the streets of Pamplona, people get fucked up by bulls, heck I even had to pee in between two cars down a drain in the main street. Swam on the fountain in the middle if Pamplona where we could of got arrested. Became friends with 6 amazing lasseso and 'all the lads'. Even tried to get laid but the cock fright took over. Hitched hiked to Baca, with 5 Aussies, slept in cars, road tripped along the coast. Ended up in Lagos for few more bender nights, kayaked on the North Atlantic Sea, before I had to fly back to London (reality). Best 6 weeks ever.
I wasn't ready to return but I had a medical follow up for the clinical trial. I landed a job, lived on my mates floor for 6weeks as I didn't know what I want to do, where to go, stay in England, move to Scotland, Ireland etc.... funds were getting low, stress levels rose. Until I scored a tour leader gig with PP travel to Oktoberfest.
Plan was to quit my job, go to Germany come back move North find work. Good plan. (never happened)
However another opportunity came up, to work for the company I did my clinical trial. (stay in London it was)
At this point I was living with a beautiful Indian family for 3weeks before Germany, in space of 5 days, I got a new job, a place to live and happy for me to start on my return to Germany. (finally London was starting to ease up on me).
I then fell in love with Germany and Austria. My first ever trip away as tour leader, and didn't I learn lots in a week. What goes on tour stays on tour. BUT I will say best 7days ever. Good bunch of people, beer was flowing, Jaegermister was disappearing and lots of laughs along the way. Still laughing at the stories now.
Returned back to London, moved to Surrey with 2 English lads. (they think I am boozy Australian) which is partially true. Started my new job, it was either sink or swim. I had no idea what I was doing but because I like to compete with myself, I had to win, so I swam and even scored a pay rise. However last 3 months have been tough, new job, post travel depression (even though I am still technically traveling). Loose my phone, (wasn't even that drunk what shits me the most). Broke as pie. More drunken nights, and shenanigans. But still got a smile on the dial.
Losing the phone is been mostly a blessing in disguise (minor the insurance hassle etc.) but I have stopped, observed and learned that we as society have become boring, unsociable people. We will all be wearing neck braces to straighten our necks from bending our heads, staring at our phones, stalking people FB, Tinder, Snap chat, Instagram, what's app etc.... I could go on for days. But not me, I'll behind your all as I have tram buddies, every morning we catch the same train and tram, so we do what all normal people used to do before phones, talk to each other, we laughed, joked, took the piss put of each other. (actual conversations). Irish, Polish and Aussie! We even exchanged gifts before Christmas. To what surprises me the most is, other People cannot believe I can make friends on a tram. (I could make friends anywhere, lets be honest,) but why not on a tram, at a bus stop, no different than at a pub (only difference is sober environment vs alcohol induced environment). Why not stop and say Hi to the person next to you. All it takes is for one person to say HI. You may wish sometimes you didn't make eye contact but sometimes it pays off. ( trust me amount of times I have been bailed up on the tube station with ppl wanting to give me their busy cards, numbers etc). But having Tram Buddies makes the commute just the bit easier and fun.
Christmas has come around so fast, I looked back and can't believe I have nearly been here 12months. I was very lucky to spend Christmas with my Aunty and Uncle here in England and with Catrionas family. It was cold, yet sunny on Christmas day, even went to the pub, which is unheard of in Australia on Christmas day, went for walks in the woods and ate n drank, laughed so much I can't wipe the smile off my face. It was so nice, words cannot describe how good it was.
New Year. Normally for New Years for me, it consist of BBQ, beach, and drinks and firework antics on the beach. But this year I went off to Edinburgh.
I feel in love with Edinburgh, the culture, their kilts, ascents and passion for history. I met more amazing people, participated in torch parade, watch one of the best bonfires I have seen, fireworks and walked the streets of old Edinburgh. All before new year.
New year came around, kicked off at 12 to celebrate Aussie New Year, and it just flowed onto the night. Did win a bet I'd see New year out. (Just). The street party was unbelievable, you can take your own drinks in and just dance the night away. 1st Jan saw me out a Wild pub crawl where I don't remember much and things are blur but stories come out...
We did have task to 1. Kiss a Scot in kilt, 2. Kiss a Scot Cop (90% are fit and sexy), 3. Kiss a Scot called Hamish (hardest tasks), 2.kiss a ginger scot. 4. flash for a pash. 5. One which I don't remember. Some of us smashed it, and other no so much. Hamish was still a no go. (there is a
Story behind the 'Hamish' thing, but it was just a random Scots name)
But at New Years everyone stops as take time to look at themselves and decide to set new year resolutions, etc...
For me I was like I gotta stop being such a piss head, sober up a bit 30 is around the corner....
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