Good morning you lovely bunch! So today’s post is a little bit later than usual – apologies. The weather is snowing and I just wanted that little bit longer snuggled up in bed before I tackled on the real world. I am looking at these photos and wishing the weather was this lovely again. Who’d have thought two weeks ago it was warm enough to walk around in sandals and no coat and now it’s -4 and I need to wrap up warm?! It is probably the coldest it has been in Budapest this week. I know I’ve said it before, and I know you will all be thinking the same thing, but the cold weather just gets us all a little bit down, doesn’t it?
I have been thinking more and more about all of the bad decisions I seemed to have acquired under my belt. More like adding more notches to my belt should I say. Not that they’re all bad… This is a bit chatty, so apologies if I blab on for no apparent reason and over share too much. I’m an over-sharer and I’m worse when I’m drunk, so if you make it to the end, let’s have a bev and see what else I can waffle on about – haha!
Now let’s start from the top. I am 23, going on 24 next month, a graduate and I have racked up my fair share of debt throughout uni. By the time I graduated I was working two jobs, and rarely had a day to myself. I would work 32 days in a row to have a day off only to work another 29 and so on and so forth. This was exhausting but I had to do it.
The main reason for this was because I got into a really central flat straight out of uni, and thinking I could afford it, I most certainly could not. Whilst it was cheap, as it was shared with 2 other people, I was still struggling as I tried to pay off as much debt as I could. Needless to say, I ended up in more debt and just pretended that it wasn’t ever-growing. Ya feel me?
With this happening, I made the huge jump to move in with my other half. While this is a daunting step for any couple, we were long distance so this was something that could have gone two ways. A huge worry for me was that I had lived in Birmingham for 4 years. As much as I didn’t like, it was my second home, the place I chose to move on from my hometown to go to university, and the place that I was most familiar with.
To leave was so scary for me, but I knew it was something I really wanted to do. I moved without a job to go too, which was a bad decision in hindsight, but single-handedly the best one I had made at the time. I had so many people saying it was silly, and that I should be really thinking about my decision, but at the end of the day, I wanted to be closer to the love of my life *vom* haha, and I was instantly so much happier.
We had a little studio apartment which was in the loft of a house, and being realistic here, it was shocking. We had my furniture in there which I required from my old flat and then some pieces Luke had already had there and it was full to the brim, it was not a nice space, it genuinely made you miserable when you were inside, but we made it home for as long as we could.
Anyway, more time went on and we both ended up getting better jobs than what we had. Earning 4 times more than what we were on. This is where we get VERY stupid. Still in a lot of debt. We thought it was a great idea to move right into the city centre of Liverpool and get an unfurnished place. Yep, you heard that right, unfurnished (am I mad?!… YES). We got SO cocky with the new income that we ended up getting ourselves in even more debt trying to deck the place out. Buying a sofa, TV, curtains, dining table… the lot.
We were acting like we owned the place and looking back I could really kick myself. Even though I knew afterwards it was all a big giant mistake and we should have stayed in the studio apartment and paid off debt, I thoroughly LOVED the place me and Luke got to make home. By the end, it was ours. We loved it, but a new adventure knocked on our door, and after a long discussion, we jumped at the opportunity. So I had a month to sell up and get out of the apartment and it was so very bittersweet. I didn’t want to leave all the work I had just done, but I also love a new adventure.
That new opportunity has brought me and you all here. Reading this post now. The British Runaway was born, due to the fact I literally abandoned everything. Left my job, my home, my family and everything I knew what was safe to me. Other than Luke, of course. After leaving on a whim and dropping a probably sensible job opportunity, I knew I didn’t want to do it and I knew a storm was ahead if I did accept. Little lesson guys, if your boss is dodgy, get out as quick as you can. No one wants to be involved with people who do not have your best interests in mind and would do anything to fuck you over if it came to it.
So with that in mind, I declined the new offer, yes turbulence followed me while I was here, but I think (hope) they’re officially out of my hair and I couldn’t be more thankful. It also gave me the opportunity to focus on me and what route I want to go down. Luke had been more than comfortable for me to be out here doing my own thing, drawing in particular. I love drawing and I have been enjoying creating digital prints. I do sell my work for v cheap online at Etsy, you can shop them here if you’re interested (plug plug plug – haha).
Of course, I have my new baby. I started The British Runaway as a place for me to see myself grow. I was at a low when I moved here, and this for me is a chance to see my own progression. I write what I feel that day, mainly outfits, feelings or over-sharing, and you can find all of it here in any of my posts. I don’t really have a ‘niche’ with my blog. It’s just a slice of me and I love it. I’m not a ‘fashion blogger’ or a ‘lifestyle blogger’ or a ‘travel blogger’, I am a me blogger and I will look back one day and see the adventure as something I was proud to have the balls for doing.
The moral of the story here is that no matter how much you think you’ve messed up, you will always mess up more and more in the future… BUT that’s not a bad thing. It’s all about learning and making your own mistakes, but enjoying every second of life while doing it. Yes, I am still in debt, and no this opportunity wasn’t fully what we were expecting, but for now we’re plodding along until the next opportunity comes and we can start something new that works well for us both and let’s us both enjoy life that little bit more.
Who knows where I will be in a 6 months time, but at least I can look back and say ‘yeah I lived in Budapest for a short while in my 20s’, instead of being stuck in a 9-5 job that I wasn’t fully appreciated in and regret making memories because I didn’t think I could do it.
Things can work, and it’s not always the smartest decision. We’re young and we can make these mistakes now. What is life about if we don’t do silly things that we regret later in life?
Because you are here and you are the one who can change how you are feeling.