Disneyland Paris June 9th

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Another early start as our breakfast time was between 8-9am. The Chuck Wagon was packed! We had to queue for 20 minutes just to be let into the room. After that, we had to find a table way in the back – complete with dive bombing birds in the rafters.
It wasn’t too bad though – plenty of breakfast still to go round. I discovered I was in love with whatever the honey cereal balls were, and you can’t go wrong with Nutella in a croissant.

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Life is stalled

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Disneyland Paris Alice Labyrinth For the first time in my life I have no life plan, and the thought of that is paralysing me with fear.

I keep telling myself that when I get a graduate job, or when my love life fixes itself or when my money issues fix themselves I’ll be happy. If only I had this.

Whereas in reality nothing will fix itself unless I fix it – although there are some things which are out with my control.

I apply for jobs but can’t fix that until someone decides to hire me (luckily for me I had the forethought to graduate in journalism, the only sector of the job market which isn’t improving.)

Love life can’t fix itself because I can’t move past a guy who I can’t even reach the first date stage with. He’s so full of promises and maybe’s and hope, but when push comes to shove he can’t clear an afternoon to spent time with me, yet can manage to clear a week and a half to spent on holiday with his supposed ex. And we know how this ends – I’m a speed bump in their story, she’s not one in mine. But moving on is easier said than done.

And as for money – I’d genuinely like to know the banks opinion on their thinking I have the ability to pay back bank charges when I don’t have the financial capability to stay out of arrears (this is without any spending above repaying debt cause by the aforementioned degree).

I want to crawl away into a cave and just sleep for a few weeks and awaken to find all my problems have been solved – or wake in Disney, which is really the closest thing.

Or just take what little money I have left and go somewhere where no one knows who I am.

This is the first thing I have managed to bring myself to write since I finished my dissertation, regardless of the countless fleeting ideas which have crossed my mind.

I just feel so…empty. Not in a depressed state, more in a defeated way. Knowing you’re going to be in the same town, same job probably for the next 50-years. It’s enough to make me feel like I’m suffocating.

Terrible at keeping up to date plus days of happiness

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So my first attempt at this was a failure beyond words. Revisiting old memories is fun for a bit, but eventually you’ve got to stop living in the past.
So here I am, first time having moved away from home at the not-so-tender age of 24, about to attend my first university class.

The aforementioned travels were a big factor in my starting university so late. That and I was genuinely unsure what to study and with the crazy debts that students now accumulate I wanted to make sure I was making the right decision before committing to it.

So my first class is at 2pm (on a Monday, that’s pretty decent) and I am updating this with my Freshers week adventures.

I caught Freshers flu almost right off the bat. I guess the stress of moving didn’t co-inside too well with being around hundreds of new people. Still trying to shake it after a week. My flat is nice – both people and physical. I have this sort of sky light thing, which now that the blinds work and I’m not being woken by the sun at 7am every morning, is nice.

Because of the Scottish independence referendum I went home on Thursday. Worst mistake ever. Come Friday morning, I was struggling to compose myself enough to come back. It was worse than leaving the first time. I think probably because I knew I wouldn’t be home again till Christmas.

But luckily I seemed to have won the flatmate lottery and they’re all super nice and supportive so that made it easier.

Highlights of the week? Silent disco. It was just so good! Also I finally saw Guardians of the Galaxy so that’s always a plus.

Monday 8th February 2010

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Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right, forgive the ones who don’t and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it would be easy – they just promised it would be worth it.

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Still in the planning stages for the trip. So far, I’ve provisionally planned which hostels to stay in. In Amsterdam the Vondelpark (stayokay) at €24 per night; the Hague at the Stayokay Den Haag at €25 per night; In Bruges the Lybeers travellers hostel at €18 per night; Paris, St Christopher’s Inn for €27 per night; Rome is the only place i’m still undiecided but have – for now – decided on the Yellow at €30 per night. Finally Naples at the Six Small Rooms for €20 per night.

Other than that, just trying to keep my money in check, not overspend and save enough. So far I’ve reached the £370 mark – which will buy my Interrail ticket! But with £1630 still to go, it’ll be interesting to see how determined I am to go on this trip!

The traumatic train travel

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So I mentioned earlier I went to Teesside university in Middlesbrough for an interview. But due to living in Fife, this was a three and a half hour journey. Fun!
Not even close.
It started with me almost missing my bus, which arrived five minutes early. So running I think as fast as I had ever moved before, I had to cut through the houses to beat the bus two bus stops down.
I actually managed to catch it although felt like my lungs were collapsing.

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Not really a travel blog anymore…?

This was the view on a particulary nice evening from the window in my hostel in Bruge
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So I’m feeling pretty nostalgic about all the travelling I used to do – including when I went backpacking almost four years ago.

Since I wasn’t really into all the blogging stuff back then, but instead kept a travel diary, I think I might re-write those posts up here. It’s good for me to remember them too, so I don’t become too comfortable at home.

Although it’s not really possible, I’ve had the worst case of itchy feet since September.