Beyond Clueless @ HPPH

We catch the train to Burley Park station and step off into the drizzle. I spent loads of time in this area last year, at friends' houses, parties, and lounging in Hyde Park during the summer months. Now, it feels resoundingly divorced from the Leeds I know as a young professional* living in the city centre (*professional, yeah right). I've kind of missed the rows and rows of red terraced houses, like bleeding gnashers, or a cracked out Coronation Street. It's got a kind of deviant charm, this place. 

Ollie Jenkins - HPPH 

Salut, 2015

It's been many moons since I last blogged, and quite a lot has happened in-between. I've moved into a lovely new flat, got myself a new job, Christmas has been and gone, and now we're firmly planted in a new year. I feel like I've undergone somewhat of an identity shift. 9:30-5:30 five days a week, instead of four hours a week of seminars. The cold and luscious North of England, instead of the smooth pebbles of Brighton. Flitting from writing and reading all day everyday, to having to push myself to put pen to pad - fingers to keyboard. Settling into this new routine, I feel like I've lost a bit of myself. I think it's just a case of finding my feet. Finding my way in this new city.

This year I want to save money. I want to travel to places on weekend trips. I want to write everyday of the week, about everything nouveau. I want to finally tick off things on the To-Do list that have been stagnating for years. I want to read more; learn more; be more.

I shall be blogging a lot more frequently! x