Liverpool

I think I want to move here. Perhaps I was tricked slightly by the glorious weather leading me to see it as always lovely, I can imagine it seems as shitty as anywhere else in torrential rain. I like tiny little cities like this, it reminds me of Dardiff as well, its nice to not have to rely on public transport as much to get about. I didn't get asked for id at any bar either, its just way more chilled out than going out in London; I was at corsica not long ago and they have a guy in the toilets removing anyone daring to share a cubicle and chucking them onto the grimy streets of Elephant and Castle. And that's another thing, Liverpool is so clean. 

I know i've got a tourist head on when I talk about it, and living there would probably be completely different but a major thing attracting me is the rent cost, its half of what it is in London and would mean I could actually move out within the next year. 

I dont think its possible to really compare Liverpool and London when Liverpool city centre feels smaller than Croydon, London is something different altogether and I know im not done with it yet, got so many clubs to hit up its nuts. And I know if I move this far north I will have no friends and no family there but the prospect of moving out seems so delicious right now its really tempting me. 

quarter life crisis

I said I wasnt going to blog again until school was over and I stuck to it, but now im back. I am officially out of education. Prom was on the 28th of June and the following morning I was on a flight to Tenerife. 

A week away made me literally rethink everything that is going on in my life. I've basically been in the same place for 18years straight and when I actually took myself away from London, away from everything it made me realise how many things I've got wrong about living life. I met some really nice people in Tenerife and most of them are from the North of England; I'd been writing off looking at Leeds uni because I was too scared to leave London and now I literally cant wait to go and visit it in September.

Anyway its taken me almost a week since my return to write this up, not because ive been busy, the contrary infact, ive been doing a whole lot of nothing. Sitting, sleeping, crying because of my post holiday blues, tweeting, sleeping some more, occasionally nibbling on something from my fridge... i even made it to the pub one night.. I have work tomorrow for the first time in three weeks and as much as that depresses me it will be good to talk to some actual people, and have a reason to get out of my bed. 

My mum is encouraging me to book another holiday and its something I might do, next year I hope I work a season out in a hot country or something. I dont know, there are a lot of thoughts going on right now, but they're quite often fuelled by frustration and boredom. My summer is wasting away I need to cheer up. 

Anyone from the north want to have me stay at your house for a week? I miss hearing mint and mega said proper like....

Photo is of me in all my slightly tanned glory, you can see one tan line, that's enough to prove my holiday happened. Hope all your summers are beginning well. Love as always Celia xx

Although 12°C may be no reason to reach for your shorts anywhere else, in Britain it signals time to go to the beach. With the most sunshine the British people have seen since summer people poured down to Brighton to enjoy all the seaside classics. I was in town taking photographs for my current art project looking at old and new. Brighton is historically a place of beginnings and endings;  the mods and rockers riots of the sixties, the loss of the old pier to arson and the glowing symbol that is the new pier, and so it seemed appropriate to start my project here.
I didn't spend any of my childhood in Brighton and yet there is a sense of nostalgia attached to this place. Perhaps it is the smell of the seaside or my fish and chip lunch that recalls memories from every beach I've ever been to. I expect its the people though, the courageous British people, willing to attempt lunch on the rocks whilst gripping mercifully on to anything that could instantly be swept away into the wind. The people who even if they are cold will bask in the sun in a t-shirt and shorts so as not to miss it. I have never been fond of the beach and yet I know somewhere in me i am one of these people, I was raised to accept that the British seaside is brilliant.  I will gracefully lose my money in a two pence slot machine and over pay for an ice cream.