When It’s Time To Fly The Nest 

I always hate the feeling of being trapped it’s like being stuck somewhere you don’t belong. Home was always the saviour whenever I hated uni I knew I could always come home. Whenever I went to my dad’s house on the weekend and hated sitting their knowing I was always a second class citizen I knew I only had to wait till 4pm Sunday evening to come home. However, what happens when you’re finally content with life and home isn’t where you want to be…

This summer I’ve seen so much and although I’ve had a desire to travel I’ve always been hesitant because of uni experiences and life in general I never thought I could do it. 

But now things are different…
I hate being stuck at home I’m counting down the days till I’m in Italy. I’ve come up with a plan so that I can travel and see more of the world after I’ve come back from Italy. Things take time, but for once I’ve got a plan. And although it pains me to say it although I do love home. Me, my sister and my mum are literally the three musketeers we are so close and I’m so grateful for that. This in no way is meant to sound ungrateful, but I finally understand the meaning of flying the nest.

I’m ready to move on. Ready to see the world. I’ve never had such a burning desire to get out of this town where everything’s been the same for a very long time. Most people here seem to be stuck with no desire to move on. 

Today I watched ‘Everything Everything’ it’s a good film I would deffo recommend. It’s basically about this girl who is trapped in her house due to having a severe illness. I won’t ruin the ending, but let’s just say being stuck in her house is kind of how I feel right now.

When I was sitting on the beach in Greece or travelling on a boat I never felt so free. Now that this is my reality being stuck at home part of me feels like I’m waiting for the next adventure when surely life should just be one big adventure? 

Surviving Earthquakes and Holiday Blues

So I’ve had a crazy summer so far…

After I went to Mexico. I then took a trip to Suffolk and went to latitude festival where I jumped on my best friends shoulders and sung my heart out to Mumford and Sons – I will wait whilst rather intoxicated. 

From there I went to Kos in Greece. Our first night things went bump and we experienced their first earthquake in many years. Although it was my first night we also experienced aftershocks the second night which I was wide awake for. Fortunately we were in the south Kos town experienced the majority of the disaster and I just feel so sorry for all the injured and the victims. Greece is so beautiful and for a town to be destroyed by a natural disaster is so tragic.

Anyway so after surviving the earthquake we experienced Kos clubs which were not like British clubs although they had the British music people were allowed to smoke so I ended up smelling like an ashtray some nights when we ventured to Downtown which is an underground club in Kardamena. 

We also went on a boat trip to paradise beach also known as bubble beach due to the volcano nearby some parts of the beach experience air bubbles. Fortunately I had my camera this whole summer so I captured some footage of the bubbles!

I never thought I could fall in love with a place so badly, but after 3 weeks which resulted in us using our bank cards in foreign ATM’s to withdraw more money. It’s safe to say I never wanted to leave despite having the worlds worst hangover on the final day and I mean horrific!


I would go back in a heartbeat I actually looked at flights, but they were all fully booked. Myself and my sister had two mottos in Kos;

The first one – What happens in Kos stays in Kos

The second one – Here for a good time not a long time

So now after following several people on Instagram from our holiday and questioning whether we will ever keep in touch. I am now waiting for our next adventure to Italy in 10 days where we will be travelling to Rome and Naples.

What I’ve learned most from this summer is I never want to live in my hometown forever this world is to beautiful to be stuck in one place.

Getting Away

So for the last two weeks I have been in Mexico. There is nothing I love more than leaving my normal life behind and hopping on a plane. Although it did take 11 hours! 

Switching off from the world being in a completely different time zone and meeting new people was absolutely incredible. Part of me wishes I never had to come back. Although I do have exciting things ahead so the feeling of sadness quickly evaporated.

Getting away from the world doesn’t have to just be going to a different country. There are so many other ways to getaway when things seem to be too much this includes;

-Turning off my phone! Social Media is one of the easiest ways to switch off from the world

– Visiting a new town or city. I recently went to Scotland although it is an hours plane journey it’s somewhere I had never been before

– Taking a walk also always gives me the thinking time I need.

From now on I’m definitely going to make sure I take time to getaway. For now I am onto the next adventure of sleeping in a tent at a festival for 4 nights wish me luck! 

Still dreaming of Mexico’s sunset…

Turning The Page 

Hey, it’s been a while!

Recently I’ve met up with people from Uni who I don’t speak to that often and have treated me like rubbish in the past. People may ask why I bothered even giving them the time of day. I like to think im a forgiving person and someone that can rise above. This may be viewed as weak, but it is who I am. So although I was apprehensive I met up with them anyway.
I would like to think this last year has changed me. I’ve learnt to stand on my own two feet and if I’m not happy having the courage to make changes.

So I met up with one friend which ended up a disaster, but I kind of treated it as closure. I have finally accepted that I have gave them a chance and they were no different.

Last weekend I also met up with another friend. My mum doesn’t approve of this person because she treats me like crap. All I could think of was the Justin Bieber song ‘Love Yourself’ haha. So I waited a year before seeing her then she ended up also treating me like crap. After I drove all that way. Although she did apologise it was a backhanded apology. 

I’ve finally got my closure. I’m not gonna worry about what they think of me and how they feel because let’s be honest they don’t care. Some people would have dropped these people along time ago. It may have taken me a bit longer, but I think it’s a lesson learned and it’s time to move on. 


Now I’m on to bigger and better things although it may have taken me a long time to realise having very few friends is better than having friends who treat you worse than strangers. 

Hope everyone has a good day! 

After The Binge

Although this doesn’t happen very often anymore as it’s so hard to get back on it after. I very really never have a binge weekend. But yes it does happen… 

When I say a binge weekend I don’t mean a glass of wine or a piece of chocolate I mean 3 days non-stop drinking alcohol, eating everything in sight and not exercising. I even went one step further and had the dreaded McDonalds which I probably haven’t had in like over 4 months and then Monday hits you.

Today I got up went on the scales which is probably the worst things to do and jumped back off before my final number hit because I knew it was high. I then exercised with bruised knees and painful swollen feet. No it was not fun, no I probably didn’t give it my best but I did it.

I did a HIIT session and am now laying on my bed. 

I know why I don’t do it as often, because one as you may have seen from my post yesterday; https://courageouslyjustliving.wordpress.com/2017/05/14/making-the-same-mistakes/ it’s not always fun. And two because it undone all the effort and hard work I had put in the week before. It also makes it so much harder to not eat carbs and resist eating everything in sight because your body gets used to a certain levels of food. It also makes my skin very bad! Next weekend Im going to Scotland knowing I will be drinking but ensuring it won’t be a ‘binge’ weekend because I’m only human right? 

So I came up with a list of reasons why binge weekends whether it be chocolate or alcohol or in my case both are not necessarily worth it;

1. It makes healthy eating so much harder when Monday comes around

2. It makes your skin terrible and in my case UDI’s (Unidentified Drunkard Injuries)

3. One night might be fun but a whole weekend can actually turn out to be a disaster

4. Wasting so much money 

5. Looking at the scale on Monday with no hope what so ever

6. Drinking and fuelling your body on alcohol is actually really bad and can leave you dehydrated for days 

7. Not everything has to revolve around food or drink socialising shouldn’t be an excuse

8. Losing weight won’t come any easier 

9. The pain in your feet isn’t enjoyable from wearing those heels and attempting to dance like Shakira

10. Most of the time you regret it anyway 

So I need to make a mental log of these feelings, my mum used to say if you could put the feeling of a hangover in a bottle to remember we wouldn’t bother drinking at all. So here I am back to healthy eating early Monday morning attempting to seize the day…

Making The Same Mistakes

People tell you don’t do it, you know what happened last time, you should trust your gut. Yet I did…

I think when someone does something to upset me I give them plenty of chances as I’m a forgiving person, but I’ll always have my guard up with them.

So after moving back from uni I didn’t really keep in contact with some of my uni friends as they were partly why I was so unhappy. However one of my friends kept pushing me to go and see him, so after nearly a year of not speaking I thought yes I’ll meet up with them. People change right?

Oh how I was wrong…

People don’t change that much I knew they would act exactly how they did previously my gut told me to not bother. Yet I still went? And what happened the night was ruined by the same girl who ruined my time at uni for two years.

So why did I bother. Some people will never change no matter how much you convince yourself it will be different. It never is some people are just bitter and nasty and that’s okay but I know for sure their won’t be a next time this time. And I vow to listen to my instincts. 


Happy Sunday from someone with a painful head and a heavy heart!

Summer Bliss…

So it’s been a while! I didn’t really have anything to add so I thought I would just do a general life update. This week marks a year since I started this blog crazyyyy. Now I’m about to finish Uni (STRESS) trying to plan my summer and organise life in-between. These are all good things it’s just everything is happening at once.

On a brighter note I quit my job! Whoop Whoop 3 weeks and counting till I no longer have to make coffee’s or serve food I hate to rude customers so that’s exciting I just wish it was sooner…

Fun fact: I recently read that the happiest people make their bed in the morning, I looked at my bed (unmade) and decided to start making it because I’m not unhappy?! It lasted a day… I’m just too lazy or in too much of a rush to care enough. Note to self: Must try harder to not look unhappy.

So anyway I booked to go Scotland the week after Uni is finished. It’s crazy that I live in the UK and have only been to Ireland (aside from England of course) so yeah, Edinburgh here we come which should be fun!

My summer so far is looking good:

-Scotland
-Mexico
-Latitude Festival
-Greece
-Italy

And it’s the big 21 birthday in Mexico which is crazy as I am in no position to be and adult. I haven’t actually thought about my birthday much, life just seems to be flying by…

In September I will have to get a real job and be a fully fledged adult (no idea what in) in the mean time I plan to live out my summer as a reckless youth because isn’t that what students do?

So anyway hope everyone had a good Easter this week I am back to eating healthy after eating my body weight in Easter eggs! PEACE OUT XOX

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No motivational quote this week. I’m letting my self down so here’s a photo I took for my Uni work of a dull day at home..