Friday, 2 October 2015

This Is Where I'm At | October

Another late one this month, apologies!



I write from a hotel room in Kosovo, kitted out to look like some sort of lavish palace from the past with fittings that are far too flimsy to be in my company. It kind of reminds me of old Disney movies where luxury could be created with a few brushstrokes.

We are back in Balkan Europe for a long weekend of trying to see lots of countries but ultimately feeling permanently tired, a bit confused and longing for our own bed. We've taken some beautiful train journeys and had some delicious yet outrageously inexpensive meals. These trips are always GO GO GO GO GO, and it's so nice to have a minute to do some writing and internet catch upping before another 6.30am alarm.

September started with a JOB, a REAL JOB. Okay, an internship, but a serious adult move if ever there was one. Some of you have followed this Twitter to see what my job entails but if you'd rather skip that, know I'm permanently surrounded by lots of CDs and lots of witty banter.

I said goodbye to summer with Electric Picnic, a music festival in Ireland that had miraculously beautiful weather and some beautiful music. Also a particularly handsome stripy singer who I happen to be married to. Bry's set was great and we just had a very lovely evening. More of those, please.

I then spent a solid week getting incredibly nervous about a wedding I had agreed to sing at, and roped Gary in to help me out by playing guitar. I can't even explain the nerves that come along with performing music in front of people, and I don't know if it's because that's just a really scary thing to do, or if it's a lasting effect of mean figures of musical authority in the past being nothing but discouraging. If you've ever got through a piano exam without bursting into tears, I applaud you. Anyway, no tears at the wedding (from me anyway) but never again!

I received a colouring book for adults this month and it got me thinking about mindfulness. I think it's been a mindful month where I've been more aware of my surroundings - working in Belfast and absorbing Culture Night helped - there have also been things on my mind; I'm always a bit half-present with my head somewhere else these days. And my beautiful 15 year old ginger sass cat, Tango, passed away, which is honestly more a peace of mind than anything, because I was worried she was in constant pain.

We wrapped up the month with a weekend in Dublin, where Gary got a tattoo and I felt ready to hand myself over to autumn and the inevitable Christmas countdown. I clocked too many miles last weekend, deciding to surprise my parents with my company for a Sunday afternoon before disappearing into the Blood moon a few hours later. (That sounds oddly supernatural but we'll go with it).

In September, I saw Everest and bawled but I would highly recommend it regardless, though the first half felt a bit oddly paced. I read a few books, Lena Dunham's Not That Kind of Girl and James' Dashner's The Maze Runner are the two that stand out, hopefully I'll get proper reviews up somewhere soon.

Time difference is not on my side, so I'll wrap this up. More blog posts in October, I promise.

Yours, lasagne-filled,
Candice

3 comments:

  1. I love your updates! Gives a great taste of your time and beautifully written :)

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  2. Great post!
    I usually never comment on anything, but I just wanted to say that it's people like you who make me feel hopeful about the future of the world. : )

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