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The Lowestoft Lookout is one of the many projects my scattered brain has took upon itself. It came about when I was working as a marketing coordinator for a local business but found myself struggling for places to advertise my events - so I made a place for myself. My new blog post is up on the wordpress blog right now so click below to give it a look!
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Every snow day without fail my mother would enter my bedroom and rip open the curtains and exclaim 'IT'S SNOWING!' or 'SNOW'S BEEN!' Snow for me signified something magical akin to Santa visiting overnight. You would close your eyes and open them to a completely different world. My Year 1 teacher used to keep us kids in check using the same kind of magic. It takes a special type of person to have such an invention as a magical sweet jar that keeps growing sweets in the cupboa
(Me and my boyfriend when we were 18. 10 years on we're reminded that we've grown up. A lot.) There is a moment in your twenties when you realise that you are quickly approaching the big 30. Until recently I have frequently been mistaken for a person younger than my years. I'm not saying that to come across as arrogant or obnoxious, more rather to state the fact that for better or worse I have not felt quite like a real grown up most of my adult life. Sometimes the mask of yo
Sometimes things happen in our lives that profoundly change who we are. Though they are all fragments of a reality that exists only in our memories and the stories that we regurgitate to our friends, they create a patchwork quilt of our collective pasts and the legacy that we leave for others. I've been struggling somewhat since last year to found subject matter to talk about. With my life being a whirlwind of change everything that I wrote was attached to the emotions that I