I’ve never missed a plane before and after six hours in Heathrow airport I don’t think I ever will again.
It was the first weekend of December and one of my besties and I had decided to kick off the Christmas celebrations in style with a trip to Edinburgh.
We were heading to the Christmas markets which we had heard very good things about (it was revealed as the UK’s favourite this year!) but also to explore Scotland’s capital city having never been before.
Last year, more than any before it, made me realise that you really don’t know what is around the corner or when something will pop up to turn life upside down and potentially change it both instantly and dramatically.
I turn 30 next year. I know – 30! Shit! Its not that I am scared of getting older (although I kinda am) but that there is so much more I wish I had done by now and so much I still want to do.
In the summer of 2009, between finishing my second year of university and starting my third, I spent 6 weeks in Thailand with two of my best uni buddies.
I had never been travelling before and I can genuinely say it was 6 of the best weeks of my life.
Whilst we were there we met several people who taught English in Bangkok during the week and spent each weekend on a different island. Heaven! Due to the low cost of living, they could experience absolute luxury come Friday, on a shoestring budget – staying in beach huts, eating massaman curry and drinking their weight in Chang beer and Sangsom buckets, all for less than the price of a single night out in England.
As my Dad reached a milestone birthday, it was a toss up between signing him up to the over 60’s social club or taking him to Dublin for a weekend. As his family history spans back across Irish soil we thought he might prefer to pay his heritage a visit.