Since, we got back from Kenya, I have mainly been thinking about writing. I have so much writing I want to get done in the next few weeks. If you’ve noticed how I tend to bounce around between different topics, you’ve probably gathered that there’s a lot I want to get down on the page at any given time. To try to make sure I get through all these ideas, I sit down with my notebook at the beginning of each new month and plan out the next four weeks of blog posts. Of course, my loose schedule often changes, but it helps me get everything I want to share written and posted. This month, there is a lot on the docket. I want to write a spate of posts about Kenya, along with a decent number about British politics (and my ongoing frustrations with it) and climate change. I also have a vague plan to start writing about relationships though that might have to wait.
Aside from my personal writing, I have kicked off my autumn projects at work and I’m really excited about a few of them. I don’t often write about my actual job on here, for obvious reasons, but it’s true that I have a lot of professional writing to get done over the next few months too. I’m sad to see summer ending but it is easier to hole myself up inside with my laptop when the temperatures hit single digits.
This week has mainly been about jet lag and general tiredness. We landed back in London early on Monday morning, at which point I went straight to work. I planned to have a relaxed week, getting back on top of my job and readjusting to my home time zone and schedule. Of course, this plan went to shit, as we started making last-minute plans every evening. Oops. I still haven’t unpacked. We did find a flat to rent though!
As I mentioned in last week’s Get Snappy, I was sad to miss the #stopthecoup protests in London. While the bigger protests have passed, there have still been demonstrations in Parliament Square every evening, and I headed over one day after work. It was less of a protest and more of an occupation, but it still felt good to go and shout a little with some fellow protestors.
And then today, Sunday, we headed down to Whitstable to spend a day on the beach with our friends. To illustrate the weird state of early twenty-something life, we all planned to spend time together today eight months ago. It should not be this hard. But we did manage to wrangle a good group of us in one place, for a very British day of a beach BBQ,
ice bath ocean swim, and snuggling up afterwards with snacks and lemonade. Can’t wait for our next beach day in May 2020!