Yesterday was nine years since I finished school. Nine years ago I was an insecure 17 year old who loved Take That and London and books. Yesterday I got a train back from Manchester to my house in London after seeing Take That four times in the space of a week. I went and saw the Ordinary Boys (I was obsessed with Preston and his then wife when I was 17) with a friend in the evening.
When I left school I had no idea what I
wanted to do. I knew London was the goal eventually. Somehow I ended up
studying nursing for a while, that didn’t go too well. I don’t regret it but it
was a bad decision. A couple of years later I ended up studying English and
Linguistics. I didn’t particularly enjoy studying it but it was a far better
choice than nursing.
And now I live in London, I work on Oxford
Street and I have an amazing bunch of friends. On top of that I still very much
love Take That (and books of course) and currently I’m travelling around the UK
seeing them over and over again. It’s completely exhausting but it’s amazing.
Mark Owen sang right at me on Friday and I melted. There’s still a part of me
that is forever my 17 year old self not being able to believe any of this is
real.
People may think I’m crazy or I have better
ways to spend my time or money. But truthfully I don’t. I don’t know what
people expect me to do with my time and money but I was always under the
illusion that being happy was of great importance.
I may not have a powerful job or an other
half but that to me isn’t what matters right now. What matters is I’m happy. I’m
living my best life. 17 year old me would be astounded at my life now. Living
in my dream city, working in a place I used to frequent when I visited London,
having a group of friends whom I adore and who accept me as me, following my
favourite band around the country.
I am never happier than when I’m on that
barrier, I have my friends around me and Take That are right there, belting out
the songs I love. I may be broke and exhausted but I’m happy. I’m living a life
that 17 year old me would be proud of, and surely that’s the most important
thing?
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