La Jeunesse

Salut mes bébés.

I did it again, I left writing for 3 months. Why do I keep doing that?

I've started three different posts since christmas and left them all as drafts - I'm not quite sure why. Anyhow, I have gained some sort of clarity in what i'm doing. Some being the operative word.

Hello and Welcome to another episode of why Bronagh hasn't got a ruddy clue! Come in, grab a cupcake and a mug of lemonade. I need to make cupcakes actually, baking has taken a little backseat this semester due to lack of energy and horrendous deadlines.

Pancakes have taken over my life. Literally. It's quite sad.

How good do these look though? I call them hybrid banana oat pancakes. 

Lara in beautiful Bruxelles

My first year at university is drawing to a close, which terrifies me just a tad. It was christmas yesterday. Amidst hunting for flats and making plans for next year, I've realised that I've made a little haven here. As much as I adore Brussels and I will always consider it to be my home, it's quite reassuring to know that I've made a place for myself here. I don't consider it 'home' and I don't really identify with Britain at all, but I've made a circle of friends and people I love all on my own. Isn't it quite something when you realise that you create your own life outside of everyone you're far away from, and they slowly become part of your daily routine? Getting off a plane and knowing there are people waiting for you whom you missed is quite a feeling.

As much as I now actually like Glasgow, I'm still wavering over my subject choice. I literally annoy myself so much as I cannot get a grip. Anyhow I have an interview at Glasgow School of Art on Tuesday which I am absolutely petrified for, but also ridiculously excited. Art School? Who knows. Knowing me who will ever know, I'm all over the shop.

My fabulous friend Lara came to visit me the other week, which was so lovely and it was so good to have her here. It felt so strange having someone from home come and join what my life is like now, as they're two completely separate worlds. It was so strange as she's part of my Brussels life, so it was really bizarre mixing the two and seeing her integrate into my new routines and habits. It got my thinking about how much has changed in a year. I know everyone says that, but it scares me how much that statement resonates. You know when you look back at who you were a year ago and realise you're no longer that person? That's kind of the feeling I have. I haven't changed drastically and my character hasn't changed, things happened and I adapted. Moving country and away from home definitely accelerated that, but it's a good sort of change. I feel far more capable than I did when I was seventeen.

Another shot of Lara

This has been quite a lengthy post! I'm going to throw in a few pictures to break it up a tad. They were taken over the course of 3 months so they're a little mismatched.

Brunch time with my Uncle at Kember and Jones - my favourite café, it feels like home

With my two best baes in St Andrews

Missing home and my brother

Still constantly taking pictures of food, i literally try and make everything into a little art creation and I have absolutely no idea why. Granted this particular stack of pancakes doesn't meet all aesthetic requirements but me oh my were they scrumptious. This obsession with pancakes is crippling. Damn it. And couscous, the world is not the same without couscous. I keep pronouncing it in a portuguese accent now, I really can't help it.

Take me back to Bruxelles s'il vous plait

I've also been writing a lot in French. Don't ask my why, I've just completely fallen in love with the language. It's ironic how I attempted to reject the language for six years and now all I want to do is breathe it. Such is life. Why did I not appreciate it while I was there. The amount of French books available at home is unreal, whereas here it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Damn it past me. Why are you such an idiot. 

Mid flat hunt with this loony bin. We are literally on edge trying to find an apartment. Plans of red wine, bath bombs, IKEA furniture and a cat (yes Mariana we are getting a cat) are making us cry until we actually find somewhere.

Last one of coffee times. I swear coffee outings literally perk up my week. I do not know what I would do without them. Sometimes you have to take the night off and go for a mocha with whipped cream and marshmallows and split a blueberry white chocolate muffin. Yes. I stress about everything, so actually relaxing and forgetting about my worries for at least a little hour is my lifesaver.

We've started doing abnormal psychology for the last three weeks which I am ecstatic about, but going into intricate detail about certain mood disorders is quite heavy. I think you start to evaluate your own mental health and ask yourself if the things that bother you on a daily basis actually require attention or not. Hm. Psychology.

I'll leave for now as this post was significantly longer than I had anticipated it to be! I'm also avoiding doing a Lab Report which I should really do today and tomorrow if I want to enjoy the weekend and prepare for my interview. Argh life. On the other hand I love living alone. I can eat pancakes for dinner, life goal achieved.

In a while crocodile.
Gros bisous