So I've had my feet back on London soil for a grand total of three and a half months now since Brazil. The 'real' tans firmly faded, the four fillings I needed from Caipriniha overdoses have finally been completed, and my Rio Carnival Costume has safely made it's way across the ocean to reside in my mum's garage.
I've found myself working non-stop on my return from Brazil. Terribly lucky as a freelancer, and terribly needed, as the bank-of-Dad required quite a payback after one's abundance on their travels! I've taken this week off, as a long needed break (and I can already see my sisters eyes rolling at this comment - 'you've worked for three months Emily, big deal welcome to the world of a normal worker!') as it's my Birthday week, and I figured I'd be comatosed by Prosecco and cake for days. (I have been).
I've turned the ripe old age of 28, which means every time I get ID'd (twice this month...just saying) it becomes some sort of youth affirming celebration. And obviously I text all my friends with the great news sporting the hashtag #stillgotit.
But turning 28 hasn't actually been that scary. Infact, its been rather delightful. With age comes I guess more wisdom, (yes, obviously still waiting for mine) but it also can't help but make you realize what matters most in life... good friends, and good honest people. To be surrounded by that is pretty much all anyone can hope for, and right now I feel lucky enough to have that. Plus, I also got five birthday cakes made by five amazing friends which spelt out my name. (So quite truly...what more could I hope for in life?!). Whilst others may dream of seeing their name in lights, seeing mine in cake was always more of a goal...
Breaking up nicely the last three-and-a-half months back in England, I've been away twice to France on two different hen-do's. One I organized (as a bridesmaid), and one I didn't. I have to say in organizing my best friend's surprise hen-do the pressure really got to me (organizing large scale commercial shoots are a doddle in comparison!), and if anyone is in line to become a future Bridezilla I think its safe to say I'm at the front of the que. One hen task I happily took upon was to arrange an Easter Egg hunt for the girls on Easter day... and obviously the Easter eggs had to be bought three times over before they even made it into my suitcase for Paris.
The other hen, I had no part in the organization (phew!) so just paid my money and turned up where I was told to. Or, well, almost did. For some reason I believed the Hen was in taking place Cannes. No-one had thought to correct me that it was infact in Nice, and the bride-to-be only panicked when she saw my Instagram post whilst boarding the plane in London declaring "Cannes I'm coming for you". Alarm bells ring to her as she has this vision of me getting out at Nice airport in my over-sized hat and heels and dramatically declaring to the nearest taxi 'TAKE ME TO CANNES'. Which was infact exactly what I was planning on doing. So once switching my phone off from flight-mode I received a mass of redirection messages, and bashfully took myself to Nice. Thank god the airport for Cannes is Nice airport... otherwise it would have been a slightly more costly and disastrous mistake...
Aside from getting lost in other countries, I'm getting lost in the enchanting ideas of how to spend this summer in London. The city comes alive, and in the warm summer nights it truly is my favorite place to float around. A little project titled '85 Days of Summer' means that a whole-big glorious London bucket-list is in line to get ticked off this year.
July brings two weddings. Remembering to pack my bridesmaid dress to take to Yorkshire for my best friends wedding is something that is worrying me quite a lot, if past scattiness is anything to go by. It's never good when you wake up after a heavy bank-holiday-weekend and feel as though your missing something, to realize sickeningly that somewhere along the pubs you visited last night after you were handed your Bridesmaid dress you no longer have it. And when you raise your eyebrows in shock at this, the feeling of pain also reminds you, that yes, you managed to face-plant a lit cigarette last night too.
Since the last blog post my little sister ran the Brighton Marathon, one of my best friends completed the Three Peaks Challenge, and I've managed to successfully get a refund from McVities about some burnt chocolate digestives. Whilst my achievement may pale slightly in comparison, hey it's all baby steps. Plus if I don't stand up for our basic human right to get an edible biscuit, well, we may aswell not bother having a democratic society. And I'm all about the politics now I took the Guardian Internet Quiz the night before the General Election to tell me which party I should vote for.
I'm moving back East, I have a new tattoo and I've booked to go to Ibiza... life is feeling pretty bad-ass right now. Next thing you know I'll be riding a Boris Bike without a helmet. Turning 28 is hopefully turning over another incredible year ahead, with filled with good friends, big travels and plenty more cake. (Oh and mum, don't panic, I'll wear a helmet really).
Happy Summer everyone!