As ever, I get ultra excited when I see snow on the weather forecast. This winter has been the best, I have loved it. Today I toddled off down the road for a job interview, praying it was better than the one I had last week. Spoiler: it totally was. I blame the moon for my diabolical interview, yeah, it definitely was the moon.
I am going through the typical phase of a final year Undergraduate student. Kacking panties of what the future holds. Do I continue my education, do I get a job, do I run around in circles with arms flapping? (I've considered all three, by the way)
When you're a fresh faced fresher, they never tell you about the struggles of working out what to do with your life once semester 2 of your final year comes crashing down like a tonne of bricks. It's so darn hard, I feel like I'm picking my GCSE options again! Anyway, had an interview today - went well, phew - and came home to snooooooooow. So me being me, the most excitable almost-25-year-old snow fanatic, rushed outside after whinging to my boyfriend to make me a cup of tea, because I was being dramatic that 'my life flashed before my eyes driving in the slush' (which is true - hills + slush + crap drivers = flashing life). I'm still figuring out my settings on my new kick-ass camera, so apologies if I'm not doing the Canon camera justice...
This is my little 'garden'. When I say little, I mean little. So little, that I couldn't swing Lilly (my cat) in it. Due to my innovative family and I, we created this masterpiece of a potted garden. When you can't grow outwards, grow upwards! I have utilised wall space, and the unlimited height! Cannot wait to see if these daffodils flower come Spring.
- MM x