Friday, 15 May 2015

Let's Go Somewhere Sexy

Not so long ago I discovered that I was a people pleaser. This realisation came as quite a shock to me when really, a small part of me probably had known this even way back in the womb days. It was this realisation that helped me understand why I often get super frustrated when wanting to do things for myself. I have a big enough mouth so I shouldn’t refrain from using it to do the things I want. (This is me reminding myself out loud).

I bet you’re wondering (again) where this going. My recent NYC musings have consisted of hazy heat filled days using coffee shops as various offices, late night dinners and many a siesta up on the roof that I am not technically not supposed to be on. (Note: If four cops ever approach you on your roof while you’re in a bikini, do not hesitate to up your British accent and make them profusely apologise whilst secretly wanting to oogle you.) It’s been during these moments of procrastination that I have dreamt up all of the different places I would like to visit and travel to one day. Florence, Paris, Tokyo… I could and probably should do it all which caused me to realise that I had in fact not left the tiny island of Manhattan since I landed on it, bar a quick Christmas trip back home.

I met Alex Price on the subway two years ago. This particular New York venture it seems, was when I met most of my current peeps and it just so happened that Mr Price and I stayed in touch. We had no choice really, I did make the poor schmuck traipse the city ticking off a long bucket list I had given him a day after we met. Fast forward two years later and here we are, livin it up in the same tiny Island. When Alex called me up a month ago to invite to me Riverock Festival in Virginia I said ‘YES’ without even thinking about it - let it be known I do this a lot. I think it’s due to the daredevil in me telling me to always be spontaneous and not to miss opportunities. At the time, I didn’t even know where Virginia was.

So ‘fuck it’ I thought, why the hell not and here I am now in Richmond at a cute little hotel bar with my bedtime glass of red. I took the eight-hour car journey (with traffic and two pit stops) in my stride. I rocked a chic little look courtesy of a red flannel and my new Urban Outfitter mules and with my Vogue in hand and iPhone fully charged I was READY to leave the concrete jungle for some urban greenery. I even channelled Jack Kerouc with some real ‘On the Road’ vibes, and even though VA looks like Maidenhead, it’s a breath of fresh air that I hope will inspired my novel. Did you like how that sounded? Again note, I have never driven eight hours anywhere and am pretty sure it takes you from the top to the bottom of the United Kingdom so this was a big deal.

As the weather gets better and as I remind myself not to take life so seriously I realise we shouldn’t limit ourselves, like seriously. We should always make time to take risks, go on unplanned trips, talk and smile at strangers because what I’ve realised recently mate, is that if you can move country you can do anything you want. So make like Nike and just do it and I’ll let you know exactly what I think of Virginia when I’m done with it this weekend.

Disclaimer: The title of this post was donated to me from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.  

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