I was only for your very space

There comes a point where you can't get your head out of the clouds. It's like they describe in the books, when the girl "falls in love" and she feels like she's walking on air. Except I'm not in love, and I'm not walking on air. I've just moved my head space to another universe for a short while.

I've always been a bit of a day dreamer. I've day dreamed my way through primary school, secondary school, GCSE's, A-levels and my degree. There were times when people were talking to me, but I was miles away, in another place. There's an odd sense of comfort that lies in day dreaming, you can think up things, you can replay memories - alter them, you can be 10 stone lighter (and invisible) or you can just simply be content.

I usually drift away when there's too much going on around me - I don't mean bad things or stressful things, just a lot of things - there may be many chores to do, or work piling up on my desk - whatever it may be, I used to just float off for a few short moments, in attempt to recover my full self from all the tiny places I left them during the day.

Lately I've been in another world - and it shows in my lack of updating my blog. I generally come home after work to shower, have dinner, relax and eventually fall asleep. In this work-weekday routine, I find that I have less time for myself, less time to find space in my head and think - think about meaningless and serious things. I'm not complaining, I am very happy to be this busy, but I've always been the type of person who drifts away effortlessly into another realm, and it feels almost missed now that I have a thousand things on my mind every day.

It felt good to be elsewhere for a while. I had more time to focus on things that were important, and just find a good balance of work life and personal life. I think I'm becoming more comfortable with things, myself and just this space I've created. Although it wouldn't hurt to be walking on clouds with some company, right?

Finally - listen to the new song by Bon Iver. I think I love them more than I did before. This was on repeat for the last week, and I have to say, for 4 minutes and 13 seconds every hour, I was in another world. Click here.

Twenty Three

So a few days ago I turned 23. It feels weird saying it.

I usually don't care much for birthdays - at least not mine. I just think it's another day in the year, but whilst at university I used it as an excuse to celebrate, go out with friends or do something very awesome - like visiting Thorpe Park. Although these celebrations always took place after my actual "birthday".

I generally take that day to look back on how I've changed, or what I've achieved in the months before me.

Suffice to say, this year I was happy with how things have panned out.

When I was younger, I remember thinking 23 was an age that was so far away. I believe both my sisters were 23 when they were married - but back then, 23 was so different. It's like what 30 is now. Not to say I'm not mature or have a clear head (sometimes) but it's funny how it's all viewed now.

I feel like I'm supposed to be a certain way by now, you know?

Anyway here's a song I've fallen madly in love with.