A reminder for the bad days


This is a post for the bad days, when nothing can cheer you up and everything feels hopeless. When you feel alone and like you're wasting your life, this is a post to remind you that it is all worth it. That happiness will always come, even if its just in the little things.

Happiness is waking up late with the sun peeking through the curtains

Happiness is when your dog is so ecstatic to see you again that she can't stop following you around.

It's those bone-crushing hugs you share after not seeing someone you love for a while.

It's when you open an avocado and it's completely perfect - bright green and soft.

It's seeing your friend's face light up as you give them the present you've bought them.

It's the feeling of warming your hands on a mug of tea after coming home from school.

It's when friends you don't speak to anymore text you to ask how you are, and to say that they miss you.

It's when someone makes you laugh so hard that you basically collapse on the floor.

It's the first flowers of the season as they cover your grandparents' garden is yellow and bright purple.

It's sitting next to a stranger on the bus, listening to her tell her 7-year-old son about where she grew up.

It's wondering around a new city and finding new things and places to love about the world.

It's putting on a new pair of jeans or a new outfit and feeling confident.

It's long car-rides in the dark, where you get to listen to all your favourite songs for hours on end.

Happiness, to me, is the little things. It's rarely that big event you've been looking forward to, or a fancy holiday. It's those moments where a friend sends you a funny photo because they say it reminds them of you, or waking up one Saturday morning and realising you have the entire day to do whatever you want.

Bad days feel overwhelming and as if nothing will ever feel alright again, so this post is for myself to remember that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.




My Favourite Place on Earth


I've mentioned time and time again how much I adore England, but here I am with yet another blogpost about it.

This blogpost is actually part 2 of a photo diary series I've done about a cotswold's roadtrip I went on, and you can find part 1 here.

England is my favourite place on the entire world, and I feel so at-home when I'm there. My favourite part of England is, of course, the Cotswolds, which is where I'm from. The countryside there is so beautiful, and every time I'm there I just feel so at peace with the world, and everything just feels right.

I drove around the area with my Dad, and we walked along this cute little river. Both of the photos above are taken in a village called Bibury, which I thought I'd never been to before, but as soon as we drove up I recognized it. A few years ago my family went there for ice cream and lunch on a hot summers day, which is one of my absolute favourite memories. 

Here's a photo just to show you the scale of these houses. My dad is pretty tall, but I doubt he'd even be able to stand up inside of most of these buildings.

A little lane leading down to Arlington Row. 

Can you imagine living in a house like this? With brick walls covered in plants, with small windows and low ceilings. I love the place, but I can't imagine living in one of these houses, no matter how beautiful.

On the other hand, we'd get to have a courtyard like this: with potted plants and a little shed for my dog to explore, with an entire forest as our garden. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad!

I told my dad to "stare thoughtfully into the distance" as he kept making silly faces at the camera. It really was a fun day.

It was while walking around this church that I discovered that my camera battery was running out, and I didn't own a charger. Cue a moment of panic, and then me deciding to just get as many good photos as I could out of this trip.

There's something about windows like this that really intrigues me, and quite reminds me of how I imagine Hogwarts to be. 

I'm actually really happy with this next photo. I'm not completely sure which village it was taken in, but it sure is a beautiful place. 

And last, but not least, this beautiful church. I saw a picture of this entrance on pinterest, and that's actually what spurred this entire roadtrip idea. It's called St. Edward's church and is in Stow-on-the-Wold, a lovely village where I had the best cinnamon roll I've ever tasted.
Also, how cool is this? It looks like something out of a fairytale.

Isn't it just so breathtaking? I know I know, this entire post is just me gushing about my favourite place on earth, but I truly love it so much. Do you have a place like that? A place where you just always feel so happy, and you can't explain why? I'd genuinely love to know.

I'm going back next week, after a quick trip to Amsterdam. I sound like such a jet-setter, I know, but truthfully it's to visit some friends and then spend time with my grandparents in England. I'm desperately looking forward to it though, so watch out for more photo diaries once I get back!

Also, I'd love to know what kind of posts you prefer to see from me. Photography or chatty ones? Those are the two main types I post, but I'd love to hear if you'd like to see something else. Have a great half-term!