As if we’re into May – I know everyone always exclaims: ‘Where has the year gone?’ but honestly, where has it? I’m not necessarily complaining, it finally feels as though Summer may be on its way – I know, I know, I’m talking about the bloody weather again.
My birthday is in May and I’m turning 27. 27?! I graduated from University nearly six years ago. This terrifies me. There’s certainly no point dwelling on the past and thinking of the what ifs, but six years feels like a terribly long time. I feel as though 27 is the age where you should have your life sorted – at least this is what I thought would happen when I was 18. This is certainly not the case.
Perhaps this reminiscence is stemming from my adventures over the Bank Holiday. I’ve just returned from one of the best weekends I’ve had in such a long time – celebrating one of my most bestest friends getting married in Ireland.
Sometimes you forget just how lovely it is to see your best friends, to laugh and dance the night away. It makes you realise how simple life’s greatest and most enjoyable pleasures really are. I keep looking through all my pictures and thinking how lucky I am to have such a great bunch of girls – I don’t think there’s a better way to spend a Bank Holiday weekend!