Spain is beautiful. And hot, I'm already sporting a deep tan after being out and about every day for the last two and a half weeks, but… and here's something I never thought I'd say, I'm lonely. Missing Jake specifically.
Every night I look forward to speaking to him, hearing what he's getting up to and telling him all about where I've been.
My friend's are all at home together, spending the last few months on the beach before all going off to university and my family have never felt further away. I've never experienced homesickness before, but part of me is wondering whether I've made a mistake.
I built myself up to tour the world and I am seeing some amazing sights, but it's not the same as when I went on holiday with my family or friends, there's no one to share the experience with and appare
Today's the day Kim comes back and I couldn't be more excited! We spoke for hours last night while she packed and I don't want her to miss out on her dreams but the selfish part of me is incredibly relieved that she sounds happy to be coming home too. Is it wrong to hope she'll come back more often? Or that maybe she'll travel for a year before wanting to stay with me? Yes, I'm selfish and horrible, but I can't help how I feel. I want to be with her and I can't see that changing. Anyway, her flight is meant to come in at midday and her parents invited me over for a little welcome home meal this evening. I can't deny I'm nervous too. What if she found the separation and long distance thing just
I've been home for all of four days and not said a word to anyone about the possibility of no longer travelling. I know why, because up until the moment I say it out loud, it's still very much just a possibility, even though I've already come to my decision. The moment I say it out loud though, there'll be questions; what am I going to do now? Am I going to university? If so, what am I planning to study? If not, what am I going to do workwise? I can't answer any of these questions because I have no idea myself. My friends will be excited to have me home and I know they'll be pestering me to move away and live with them but I'm not sure if I want that either, none of it fills me with as much excitement as the idea of seeing the world did. And a big part of me is also worried about disappointing my family, it took them a while to understand why I wanted to live a nomadic lifestyle, but they've come to terms with it and now I'll be changing everything up after only a month. So I've k
We travelled for three years in the end and it was amazing. I'll forever be grateful to my brother's and Maggie for pushing me to come. Kim did her vlogging and articles and was quickly picked up by a travel website who paid her to write for them. It wasn't a lot, but it was her first paid writing job and she was so excited that it didn't matter that she was earning less than she did at the bar we were working at at the time and in the long run, it allowed her to figure out what she loved doing, which is why she's now a journalist for a well known newspaper as well as continuing to document her activities and review places online on her own personal website. She's actually become so popular that we get a lot of free things: meals, nights out, activities etc… in the hope she'll write a positive review of their business. I also figured out what I wanted to do while we were abroad and no, it wasn't a farmer, although I must admit, those six months in Australia working on cattle ranches
The air conditioning is on full, or that's what the dial says, but I can feel the sweat causing my t-shirt to stick to my back against the fake leather seats of Marcus' car as we embark on hour two of the drive to our next house."I want you to promise me you won't get into trouble here." Marcus glances at me nervously from the corner of his eye as he drives.He's uncomfortable around me, they always are, my reputation frightens them. But, they all want to be the one to 'get through to the troubled kid' so he spent nearly the first full hour trying to befriend us and now, as per Social Worker training 101, he's going to attempt to reason with us, thinking he's got us onside and he'll be able to successfully manipulate us into the perfect little foster kids.It's a waste of his breath, we kn
It's so hot, ridiculously hot, so hot in fact, that while laying in Liv's back garden last week, Susie had the bright idea of us all learning to surf, stating that she doesn't want to go off to university next year and admit to people she lives by the beach but has never been surfing.At the time I thought it was a brilliant idea, because really, how hard could it be?Turns out it's quite hard.Admittedly we've only had two lessons so far, but I'm still looking less 'surfer babe' and more 'recently rescued from drowning'.Even though it's not my forte, I'm having so much fun and I'm blaming the constant laughter for my serious lack of balance and coordination."Well done, you did great today." Jules, the s
We've been at Maggie's for a couple of weeks now and as unusual as she is, I'm pretty sure the boys are safe with her when I'm not around and it's been nice, her place actually feels like a real home, which is a first in what seems like forever.For the last few days I've been wandering around looking for a job, figuring if I can pay her some rent, she might let me stay in the house after I turn eighteen and I won't lose my brother's again.I've come to realise it's not the easiest of tasks when I look the way I do, I get that I'm not overly approachable, but it's frustrating when I'm filling in application after application and as soon as they see me it's "we'll call you if anything comes up" with a look in their eye that says they definitely won't be calling.Last night Mason actually came up with a
The week passes quickly and before I know it, it's eleven at night and I'm standing in the middle of a dark street with my friends. All of us staring at the darkened glass front of our town's darkest, dodgiest pub.I'm dressed for a night out in black jeans and a blue shirt, but on my feet are my sister's running trainers, because my twisted thought process felt they might help me run away faster than regular trainers if something were to happen.Not that I'm nervous or anything!?Actually, I think I'm more excited now. My adrenaline must be doing its thing because I'm raring to get in there and see what makes it so scary. A bit like a haunted house at a fairground.Liv and Ellie both look excited and nervous, puffing on cigarettes, n
Bob and Connor's argument got rid of the rich idiots who have turn up for the third night this week, as well as the terrified looking girls they were trying it on with. After handing the two guys a pint each, they wandered back outside happily, trying to discuss some match they watched last night, although from the sounds of it, Bob was talking about football and Connor about Rugby, so god knows where that conversation is going to wind up. After the majority of the guys leave, I cash up the till, collect all the glasses and stick them in the dishwasher ready for tomorrow before doing a quick sweep around the bar and clearing away the few bits of rubbish I find. Simon's still slumped on the edge of the bar, an untouched pint by his head that he clearly doesn't need, so I pick it up, slowly, careful not to disturb him and pour it away, placing the glass back exactly where it was before I nudge him awake.. "Ah, Jake, jus' need to finish me drink 'n' I'll go 'ome." He picks up his glas