Showing posts with label university. Show all posts
Showing posts with label university. Show all posts

MENTAL HEALTH & SOCIAL MEDIA

Let's make something clear: my body confidence is, at times, very low.

I've never been able to unconditionally love absolutely everything about my body – something I'm sure most people can relate to. Sometimes it's my stomach, sometimes it's my nose or my teeth or my chin. Lately, I've noticed how social media has had a massive impact on the way I see and feel about my body.


I am well aware how, these days, people have gotten particularly good at Photoshop and Facetune and I also know (deep down) that no one would ever share something they don't particularly like or are 100% content with. Despite my common sense, I can't help but scroll through my Instagram feed and feel like I am not enough.
You're basically almost expected to have it all: perfect body, perfect face, amazing outfit, lots of money and great photography skills. And let's not forget about the constant pressure of getting tonnes of likes and followers – something I have yet to master I'm afraid.

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HELLO AGAIN

It feels quite weird to write again on this blog. I suppose at this point, the many breaks I have been taking throughout the years should have made this process easier.

Despite that, and despite me choosing writing as a career, I am awful at writing things down. Actually, I'll rephrase that: I am awful at writing down what I feel. Because, you see, I could ramble for hours about a specific book, a skirt, or a place I've visited. But it's always really hard for me to put down into words what I feel. Especially when I am sad.

I guess it's quite a normal thing, if I have to be honest with you, and I really don't know why I am writing this post down. I just had the hitch, a sort of an urge to start writing again. Something that I have been missing dearly lately.


I have been caught up in what is, essentially, life. Winter left its place to spring, where my heart felt better and I handed in my dissertation. I am in fact, a full functioning and graduate adult trying to make a living out of what I love doing the most.

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INTERNSHIP 101: WEEK TWO

So here it is, part two of my internship experience (you can find part one here). I am not gonna lie to you, I should have written this post at least two weeks ago but the past week has been so stressful I literally had no time to do anything that wasn't work related.


After my placement, being back at university has't been as easy as I thought it was gonna be. I have had to catch up on all the lectures I missed, write all the notes (so, so many notes!) and, on top of all that, hand in 10% of my dissertation which has, without a doubt, been the most stressful thing so far.
However, the 10% is finally done and I can relax (for now) and write down this post.

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Cheeky Update: I'm Still Alive!


I wonder if I'll ever get the hang of posting on the blog more regularly. Maybe I should have made that as my New Year's Resolution – not that it would have helped anyways!
But blogs are supposed to be fun and they shouldn't need a schedule. I've got enough of those at Uni already.

On a more serious note though, first year of Uni has (almost) finished and I'm not quite sure how to feel about it. On one side I am so ready for summer and holidays, however, I seriously cannot believe time has flown by so fast and that I'm done being a fresher.

This year has been great yet incredibly hard – but I've made it! Still stressing about the three exams I've got left but I can't wait to be done and spend this whole summer writing and doing nothing but eating and sunbathing (perks of living in Italy I guess?)

But yes my dear friends, this is possibly the worst post I've ever written – like, ever!, and I' truly sorry about it. I do promise I'll write about better and nicer (and possibly more interesting) things as soon as I'm done with University. 

I'm expecting to spend a lovely summer and I have every intention of sharing it on my blog.



Weekend Getaway: London



Living in Portsmouth is great, but I miss London so much I can't help to go there whenever I can – and that's exactly what I did last weekend.

Left here on Friday, I got to London and finally hugged my babe (AKA Rachel) after literally months – eight, to be precise. Yes.. EIGHT!
It was a lovely and chilled out weekend, nothing special about it. But anything you do is special when you're in London – or at least that's what I keep telling myself, ha!

Unfortunately, being Uni students meant we couldn't exactly go anywhere or do anything that involved loads of money, but we managed to have a great time anyways. Although, we had the horrible idea of going into central London on a sunny Sunday afternoon – horrible, I tell ya!

Nonetheless it was great catching up with her. It does suck having friends living an hour and a half away when last year I could literally meet them whenever I wanted to. But it's also okay, friendships don't change just because you live a train journey away – and that means I actually have an excuse to go to London every other weekend ;)

Uni Life: Update


Well, hello there.

I know it's basically been ages since I last uploaded a post on here, but I've literally been so busy with Uni it's hard to find the time to actually sit down and write. 
But enough with the excuses, I am so excited to write this post I don't even know where to start.

Uni is.. incredible! Hard, of course, but amazing. And I wasn't expecting it at all. To be fair, the amount of coursework I have to do is ridiculous, but weirdly enough I don't mind it at all. 
The people I met so far are great and I'm loving my flatmates and life in general. 
It's so weird how moving to another city and start a new adventure can literally change the way you see things. My life has improved so much in such a small amount of time and I cannot picture myself anywhere else but here. 

Sorry if this post isn't so long, there's more to come – do not worry. 
I just wanted to pop in and say that I'm alive and I'm enjoying myself and my Uni experience. Get ready for loads of probably boring posts about how great this city is and how much fun I have with my friends. 
You've been warned xx

A Brand New Chapter


Today was kind of a big day for me.

I wish I could start off this post by telling you guys that I did some amazing things today, but unfortunately the only thing I actually did was going to Ikea by myself. But that's exactly why it was a big day. 

I am officially moving to Uni in 6 days – scary, I know!, and I'll be living in a Student Hall which means I basically have to buy every single thing apart from a bed and a sink – oh, the joys of being an adult!
And going to Ikea today was a really important moment for me. Important because I went shopping by myself and I'll move into a house I'll share with five strangers and that just made me realise I am officially growing up. 
I've been living abroad for two years now, but I've always shared a house with families. I never had to buy my own furniture or food or anything like that and today it finally hit me, I am starting a new chapter in a new city and I'll live in a new place and I'll meet new people. And these are the memories I want to treasure for the rest of my life. I want to be able to look back at my Uni days and remember how I felt and what I did.

So here we go, first of many posts about my years at Uni. Embrace yourselves for awkward and embarrassing stories, a rollercoaster of emotions and much, much more. 

Hard times and decisions

The reason why I decided to take a gap year is because I didn't know what to do with my life or my future. I didn't know what I wanted to study, what I wanted my career to be.

A month ago I moved to London and started a new life, I got a job and decided to live a bit more. Before moving here, though, I thought that it would have been easier for me thinking about my future in a place that is not home. A place where nobody knows me and nobody can tell me what to do or make decisions for me.
A month later I realized that I still don't know what to do with my life, I don't know what I want or what I am good at. Did the moving help, you may ask? 
I don't think so.

Being away from home does not mean I am more mature or more conscious about my career.
The question that come first on my mind though is how can people expect a nineteen year old to decide what to do for the rest of her life?
How can I possibly decide what's good for me and what's not? Why do I have to choose something that I'm not sure of just because it might – or might not, who knows?, help me finding a job in the future that will allow me to save up some money and live a decent life? 

All I know at this point of my life is that I am surely not mature enough to make that decision, I am not ready to decide what is right for me and for my future. And it really sucks.

Gap year and new adventures!

In just ten days I'll leave Italy and take a one-way flight to London to start a new adventure.
Excited? A lot.
Worried? Probably way too much.

Traveling has never been a problem for me – I've been wanting to travel the world for a long time now, but the fact that I won't be in school anymore almost terrifies me.
If I think about it, I've spent the last 13 years of my life in school – it's crazy!
I guess once you're used to the same old daily routine a change could be quite hard. 
I won't stay out of school for too long though, I'm pretty much a nerd that likes to learn as much as possible – ah, bet you didn't know that!, but I felt the need to take a gap year and explore the world, I needed to step out of my comfort zone and "live the adventure".

So a few months back I decided to start looking for a job and a house somewhere and I came up with the whole London idea.
The thought of living there has always been in the back of my head but I've never had the chance to really live in London for more than just a couple of weeks.

I am not saying that a gap year is the answer to every single problem, I actually am a bit upset I am not going to university right this year but I feel like I'm accomplishing something in life, something that I care about. And who knows what the future holds for me in London. I guess we'll have to wait and see.


London, December 2013





London, December 2013
London, December 2013