I’ve grown a tad faster on the old Instagram recently than I have done ever done before. I thought about doing a few stories to introduce myself to everyone new but remember that I’m boring and no one will listen. So I’m writing it instead. As boring, but I can reduce the rambles.
I’m 22 and a half, an Essex girl with a Fiat 500 who enjoys a vanilla iced latte every so often. I have a minimal amount of friends and intend to keep it so (or unintentionally, who knows). My house is often called a farm as my mother is obsessed, and I put the milk in first when making a cup of tea. My boyfriend of a year or so is wonderful and knows not to ask me to cook, because I simply cannot.
I work in a school, my school, as a teaching assistant with students with special ed needs. They’re great. I am a qualified Thrive Practitioner and one of the school’s three mental health ‘champions’ and mental health ‘first aiders’. I am studying for my Business and Marketing degree part time, at the University of Essex.
I have a great jawline from my father, and a great big gob from my mother. Joke. Said mother recently overcame the big C word, as did my father many years before. Different C, different treatments, equally as daunting for me at 20, as it was at 13. I have the worst anxiety I’ve ever had. I no longer use the tube unless it’s past 9pm and an Uber home would cost more than £25.
I like all things beige. Nudes and creams are wonderful basics, and pearls and lace are always in.
And that’s really it. Thanks for reading. Milky tea anyone?