Life in Limbo

Life is moving rather slowly for me at the minute. My parents’ house, which is now my house for the foreseeable future, is a gorgeous farmhouse in an amazing rural location. Fields stretch as far as the eye can see and the majority of the traffic that passes the bottom of our (long) drive is usually farm vehicles or cyclists. However there is one major drawback of moving back home, and that is the living in almost complete isolation. Luckily for me, I’m not the sort of person who needs to live life in the fast lane, I can usually be quite content with doing nothing and simply lazing the day away, however after living in Manchester for the last 4 years, it’ll be interesting to see how long I can stand being back on Cold Comfort Farm before I go completely insane.

I badly need to get on with writing my Mphil thesis, it’s such a horrible weight on my shoulders and I am sick of thinking about it. Spending 1 year studying 1 topic is mind-numbingly dull… perhaps I’m not cut out for doing a PhD in the future .

Hi there! So, today is the 6th of July 2012 and outside it is literally pouring down with rain, thanks a lot British Summer!

 I am currently sat in my pyjamas (yes, it is 2 in the afternoon) on the stairs, as this is the only place where I can get wireless, and I have been thinking about where I was just under a year ago today. I was just about to graduate with a 2:1 in Zoology from the University of Manchester, excited but mostly terrified about what was coming up next. One year on, I am 22, recently moved home with my parents and in the process of completing an Mphil thesis in animal welfare research (more on this later...). I am still however, just as nervous and apprehensive about what is coming next... find a job? Do a Phd? Crawl into another undergraduate bubble of freshers weeks and skipping lectures?!

                                          Zoology Graduation '11 (me in the purple dress) 

I do have one solid plan for coming years, which is force myself to travel, push myself out of my comfort zone and do the things that in my heart of hearts I fiercely long to do. For someone as wary, untravelled and geographically challenged as myself, you'll understand that this is no mean feat, and it has taken every scrap of confidence to book myself onto a volunteering project in Namibia next year, but hopefully I will travel more and more as the year goes on. 

For now this blog will mostly consist of my day to day activities and silly ramblings, but I hope that it will turn into more of travel blog when next year arrives. Let's wait and see what happens...