Happiness

Hello world! Happy Sunday and all that?

So, there I was in a fitting room in Zara. Trying on this top, that I saw on the hanger and wondered if it looked good on me. It's mid month and I am now in my need of saving money. I hated myself to admit, the top was fantastic! It looked great on hanger and I felt great wearing it. Suitable and stylish for many years to come in the summer.
I wanted it. My insides of being a secret shopaholic was screaming at my mind that I needed this top, that this top was the answers to all things that is wrong with my life. This top would bring me eternal happiness when being paraded around town.
My mind, my sweet logical thinking mind had told me no. Had reminded me that I need to save my money so I can pack up and move to a different destination. My heart and head are craving a new scene, a new adventure and new challenges. Half of it, is also wanting to run away. But most of it, is the need to live in a new scene.
The truth is; I currently hated my mind right there and then. I needed that top, I was feeling low and feminine shit. I wanted something I could take away that could cheer me up. Just like how the Sex and the City girls went shopping after every heart break they was experiencing. NB: I am still currently watching Sex and the City so correct my if I am wrong. I returned it back to the fitting room assistant, who looked mighty pissed off for working on a sunny Saturday afternoon and having someone just trying on clothes and not actually buying it. (I'm sorry for that). I made my way to sit on the centre green, just like every other young adult. The difference, I was alone and drinking water. They was with friends and drinking any alcohol that the local Sainsbury or Tesco express could offer. Jealous of them and resenting my lack of purchase, I could only do what I know can cheer me up cheaply. I wrote, I had a strange dream the night before and I am still attempting to write it down. I escaped the reality and into my world and then into the world of Murakami.
Three hours later, I was seeing sense. That in two weeks, will be payday and I may just be in luck of being able to find that same top in either the shop or online and that top will be mine. I have also just saved myself some pennies to be able to have that new adventure.
Although, I still need the happiness of shopping and owning beautiful clothing. Saving and living is another bigger happiness that last a lifetime.

And then there is the happiness of dancing and singing a long to your iPod on the long walk to your shared house.
Claire

Brighton sure does Rock!

Hello World!
Happy Easter to everyone. I hope you have a lovely day, doing whatever it is you do on Easter. Whether that be at the church blessing the lord and his son, or stuffing your face with chocolate.

Yesterday on the 19th of April, Christina and I decided to have a carefree Saturday of driving to Brighton. We discussed this at length during the two hour drive down to Brighton. Being in your 20's is possibly still the greatest thing to live in, we are still so carefree and innocent but still learning the life of an grown up. There are many paths to take and many choices to make at this age. Having the new found of independence, being broke, our own mind now starting to be heard, learning from mistakes and taking on the responsibility we are so used to giving to our parents. Driving long distances and creating memories with the love ones we have.

The drive, oh the drive. A glorious day, some clouds. The radio we had was blaring Bloc Party. People, if you ever need advice on the perfect road trip You do have to follow the most common advice EVERYONE gives. That is, a perfectly sunny day with warm temperature, your car, your closest and entertaining friends. Also the most favourite album you share with your friends. That ladies and gentleman creates the perfect atmosphere for a road trip.

Added bonus is the other company from other cars. We had such an adventure from a van that had three men along the way. Depends on how you see it but having three men making funny faces at you and then having one of them 'mooning' you. Christina and I knew we was in for a day of strange mishaps and new things. We never had anyone 'moon' us before, so we felt slightly out of the box. 

 There is one thing that I adore about Brighton and that is the buildings. I must be going through an architecture feelings at the moment, because all I do is admire buildings. The more aged of the building the better. Same with trees I mentioned in my previous post, they have this weathered and wisdom look. A building you know has lived through everything that has past its door. Brighton had a mixture of aged beauty as well as modern and the 'new age' style.

 Everyone had a sense of own life and own style. Everything was beautiful.

 Brighton gave of the sense of care free people on a bank holiday weekend. It amazed me how many bars there was along the sea front and how it was OK for people to hire a deck chair and relax along the beach with a drink of choice. Experiencing this, made me feel that the night life could be terrifying but exhilarating. We explored the lanes to a minor extent, it was extremely crowded for an Easter Weekend. The shops had their own quirkiness and age. It reminded me of my many times of shopping in Bath. With many winding turns and new corners to explore. The single own business, that only sales personal created objects.

Brighton is a beautiful place, with a history and feeling of a dark secret.

Claire.