Rebecca Writes



Moving Home: The Biggest Adventure Yet

This one time, in Hong Kong….

It’s the sentence I dread slipping out. I don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about my time spent living in Hong Kong but having moved back after three years away, I’m conscious of sounding like one of those friends who lived abroad and ‘found themselves’. But as I approach the three month mark of being back home, Hong Kong is slipping away and I’m not entirely convinced that I’ve taken time to think about what that means.

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Home for the Holidays

The one thing I miss the most about England (apart from my wonderful family) are the long summer evenings. Sunset varies by about an hour across the year in Hong Kong and we rarely see the sun past 7pm. Luckily the school holidays mean that for four lovely weeks I had the opportunity to head home and enjoy gardens, sunsets, strawberries, carpets, cheese, olives and overpriced train fares.

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Dear Graduates.

Before I moved out of Sheffield I read an article in the Guardian comment series ‘The graduate without a future’. Now, I don’t like to think I’m a graduate without a future but the reason it caught my eye was because it was titled ‘Moving back to your parents’ home: a survival guide’. I suddenly started to panic that maybe moving back home to save rent money for the trip might leave me crawling the walls and regressing into a moody, door-slamming teenager. Luckily, the walls are freshly painted and the carpets make doors un-slammable.

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Dear Sheffield.

I’m going to miss Sheffield. I ended up here by accident really, following Mark to uni in the Steel City after nearly four years of a long distance relationship. It’s been a real home, somewhere I’ve been able to indulge in my northern, foodie and old man pub roots. Here I’ve had my first experience on the dole (one for the scrapbook!), paid my very first electricity bill, started a self-employed career doing something that I love and made some great friends along the way. All in all, a great success.

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Dear Doris.

The decision to finally take the plunge and head off on a long-awaited trip was made shortly after some sound advice from my grandma…
“Travel now, while you’re young. Don’t bother waiting until you’ve saved up enough money, you never will. Sod it, you can deal with that afterwards. Go while you can still make the most of your experiences.”

So grandma, this big adventure in my life, as well as my incredible shortbread baking skills, is inspired by you. Thank you.

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Blogging in Belgium (Part 3)

Part of a series written for easyJet holidays….

Three days into my Belgian adventures and I’ve managed to explore the cities of Leuven, Bruges and Antwerp. Now it’s time for something completely different, the beautiful French-speaking capital – Brussels. After stopping in Leuven for a quick souvenir shop that involved an incident that could belong on a home video clip show, (imagine a bag of brand new, gift-wrapped Belgian glasses being carried out of a shop that has a slippery front door slope. The results are a pretty loud crash!) we made our way to the train station for the final trip of the weekend.

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Blogging in Belgium (Part 2)

Part of a series written for easyJet holidays

A quick recap: I have a fantastic friend in the lovely Belgian city of Leuven who put his university work aside for a weekend (a chore I’m sure!) to show me the sites around his temporary home from home. So far we’d explored Leuven and Bruges, next stop – Antwerp.

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Blogging in Belgium

A series of blog posts written for easyJet holidays

It’s always great catching up with old friends, it’s even better if you get to do so in Belgium. A good friend of mine is currently studying at the University of Leuven so after an early start in London, a few hours travelling and about ten ‘I’ve forgotten my passport’ panics, I finally arrived in the beautiful Flemish city just in time to see my friend approach the station on bicycle – very European!

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