Little Blue House

I brought a house this week! A little blue house by the sea.

It’s on a new¬†development and, as the houses on it are being released slowly and selling quickly, I’ve been missing out on chances to secure one of the houses for months. I grabbed my chance this week.

The house itself is still being built and will be ready¬†around¬†May/June next year. It’ll look a lot like this:


For now, though, it looks like this:


There’s a large part of me that’s nervous.¬†The thought of being “tied down” has always worried me but, that said, I’ve noticed a shift in my attitude this past year or so.

I’ve never appreciated my home town¬†as much and have really begun to realise just how much of a treasure¬†long term friendships/experiences¬†are. It feels like it’s the right time for me¬†to put¬†down roots.

The excitement of being¬†a future home owner has brought my creative side out of hiding, too. I’ve been browsing life style blogs, buying magazines, and planning on hand making a few bits and bobs. I’m happy that I’ll get to have some input in the build process and¬†to have¬†my home¬†looking exactly as I wish¬†it to.

I can’t wait to watch as¬†my little blue house rises from the rubble.

Taxi Ride Home

My taxi driver had just told he he’d been living in Wales for six years and, with laughter in his eyes, was trying to get me to guess where he was from originally. I couldn’t. I’m awful with accents and knew I’d get it wrong.ūüôā

He was from Ethiopia.

I asked as many questions as I could and listened as he¬†explained how each country in Africa has its own personality. Ethiopia is Africa’s “lion.” He could tell where any African was from by¬†their accent and, sometimes, just by¬†their way of being. He loved his home but he had to leave else “they’d” have killed him.

The sun was shining and, as we drove¬†past my old secondary school, he paused before he said,¬†“They treat human life like grass they’re cutting on the lawn.”

That was yesterday morning and hasn’t left my mind yet.

I looked up recent news for Ethiopia when I got home and found that around 125 children were snatched by an armed South Sudanese group last month. Some have been freed while the majority are still being held captive.

It can be shamefully easy for those of us raised in the Western World to lose sight and forget how small our day-to-day problems really are. My taxi ride home from the dentist was a humbling reminder.

30 Days of Blogging

I did it! Today is day 30 of my 30 day blogging challenge.

Prior to this month I had only ever published six posts to my blog over the span of a year.

Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Snapchat. I’m active on all of them. I love having spaces¬†on the web to stay connected with people and share my thoughts.¬†Yet, my blog went neglected despite the fact that I work for¬† as part of my role at Automattic.

I had a perception in the back of my mind that blogging is a hobby that takes up a distinct amount of time whereas social media is simply a built in part of modern day life.

It’s true, to a certain extent, that an average post¬†on¬† takes some more time and thought than an average Tweet. But, deep down, I knew it was not true that blogging has to be separated as a distinct hobby that only a few take up. It’s as much for everyone¬†as the likes of Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Snapchat, which are all really forms of blogging themselves.

Setting myself a 30 day blogging challenge for the month of April forced me to make the time to blog each day and to get into the flow of actually using more in my day-to-day life.

How does my blog fit in with everything else on the Web? When I went to the Grand Canyon I posted photos to Instagram, Tweeted snippets of tales while on the trip, and kept in touch with my family on Facebook. is where I was able to bring that altogether in one post. My blog is a place to store thoughts and memories that mean something to me.

Some of the¬†posts from the past 30 days read like their rushed and some already make me cringe a little, but they’re representative of me and will only get better the more I try.ūüôā I’m glad I took up the challenge to post every day in April.

Going forward, I will aim for one or two posts a week.

Happiness is a Warm Welsh Cake

Live music was playing out from the bandstand and the sun was shining down on the water over in Cardiff Bay today.

I love travelling but both Barry and Cardiff will always be my absolute favourite places in the world, as strange as that may seem to some.ūüôā They’re both¬†so familiar but still full of magic.

While over Cardiff Bay, we stopped by Fabulous Welsh cakes which is a busy little shop where you can watch Welsh cakes being made afresh. I picked up a white chocolate flavour. Happiness, indeed!

Amnesty International’s Pledge

No one seeking safety should have to risk death just to cross a border. Refugees fled bombs and persecution believing that other countries would respect their human rights, and offer them sanctuary. We cannot prove them wrong.

The refugee crisis devastates me.

I feel hopeless in the lack of difference I can make in¬†the face of inhumane reactions by the EU and others. The best I can find to do for now is to give time to the Ghost Boat project’s call to action, donate clothes,¬†and¬†pledge support for Amnesty International.

Love at First Sight in Seville

You can fall in love at first with places as well as people, right? :) It was love at first sight for me in Seville.

One year ago, we arrived late in the evening, after driving from Barcelona, to find the area surrounding our AirBnB blocked off to cars. Jenny used her impressive skills of persuasion to sort us out with a police escort.

After arriving in true style, we went to rooftop of the block of flats that we were staying in to look down on the reason for the surrounding area being blocked off. Feria de Abril!

It was the last night of the fair and so we had little choice but to take¬†our weary selves to it. I’m glad we did. The atmosphere was incredible¬†and I most definitely need¬†to go back again one April.


Justice for the 96

It’s still shocking to see the front page of The Sun from the 19th April, 1989. Four days after the Hillsborough disaster, the newspaper placed the blame for it on¬†Liverpool¬†fans and accused them of stealing from the bodies of victims.


The loved ones of the victims have fought for 27 years for the truth to be told and justice served. Through their grief and with the odds stacked against them, they never let their voices be silenced.

It’s not a fight that they should ever had on their hands but¬†I’m overjoyed that, today, the inquest ruled that fans did not contribute to the disaster. The¬†96 victims were unlawfully killed.

Thousands of Tweets have been published in support and news of justice is front page on most of tomorrow’s papers.

The Sun? Here’s¬†the stories being covered on their front page tomorrow.


Marathon Man

I recently watched Marathon Man, a BBC documentary about Eddie Izzard’s journey to run 27 marathons across 27 days in South Africa.

Why 27? One¬†marathon for each¬†year¬†that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned. It was in Mandela’s honour that Eddie¬†set up the challenge with Sport Relief.

Catching snippets of the¬†London Marathon over the¬†weekend was a reminder of how great a feat¬†running a single marathon is. I’m in awe that Eddie managed 27 across 27 days in the South African heat! His perseverance and determination¬†are¬†an inspiration.

He even managed to find the time to gift the world nuggets of wisdom like the following between runs:

What do you do in life? What do you create? What do you make? What do you add to the human existence? That’s what matters. It all comes back to Nelson Mandela. Try and put something into the world. Make something positive.

Catching the Beads in NOLA

It took me a while to figure out why there were beads draped¬†over the houses, tree, and fences when first arriving in New Orleans. We’d arrived soon after Mardi Gras, an annual carnival-like celebration that New Orleans has become famous for throughout America.

It took me even longer to figure out the reason why drunken souls were so enthusiastically throwing beads off the balconies along Bourbon Street. After a few hurricanes, I thought it was a quirky¬†tradition of the City and smiled alongside others as we caught the beads that were being thrown down to us. I didn’t find out until I was back in the UK that ladies traditionally flash in exchange.¬†:)

New Orleans was definitely a party¬†City and full of life. I’m told it’s one of the only places in America where you can drink in the street. It’s also known as the home of jazz and I loved the live¬†music that I was able to catch during my stay.

That Other Kind of Risk

This post is inspired by the Daily Post’s Discover Challenge, Risk.

I was happy¬†when I saw the title of this week’s Discover Challenge. Risk. Brilliant! I got this! In my head, I immediately started weighing up posts about the time¬†I went skydiving and solo adventures¬†around the world.

It turns out Michelle was challenging us to take that other kind of risk. The kind that involves being vulnerable and sharing parts of yourself¬†that you’re not comfortable with. The kind of risk that I’m not so good at.

I’m getting better though.

I will take Michelle’s post as a reminder that the bravest¬†risks¬†require¬†an open heart and as inspiration to face vulnerability head on.

We’d all benefit from taking that other kind of risk more often.