Thursday, 20 August 2009

The beginning....

Ok so I've never done a blog before, but it gets to the stage where the thoughts in ones head really need an outlet, and a creative outlet is surely more produtive than the destructive powers some thoughts can have.

A bit about me....

I'll keep this minimal for now, but I'm a London girl about to move to Paris. The job I am moving for is not my dream job, nor is it a job I have always wanted....but it's a job none-the-less and in my industry as a dancer/singer etc you have to take what you're given. Yes so I could class myself as the following things:

Model (occasionally)
Receptionist- the obligatory day job for now

Jack of all trades master of none you ask? Maybe, but I love what I do. I've danced since the age of 3....thats 20 years now (do the maths). I'll fully admit I'm not the best dancer out there, nor the best singer but when you put me on a stage I am never happier. Performing has made the best and worst of me, it highlights my good points and niggles at my bad. It causes the frustrations that have led me to have an over active mind and subsequently led me to write this blog. Why do I love it so if it causes problems you ask...? If I could answer that then I wouldn't be the performer I am today and I wouldn't have certain qualities which make me unique.

So as I write this I have 3 weeks and 1 day until I board the Eurostar to Paris. Since May this year I have been working out the weeks until my departure, always marking one or two big events until 'It's getting close'...those events have passed, and now it's close. Scarily close. I have the suitcase ready- not packed yet of course- and am collecing boxes this afternoon to pack up my room. I've lived here for 4 years and I buy a lot. At the same time as moving to Paris, my father is also selling this house which I live in (yes Dad is landlord, good benefits), which means I'm packing everything and sorting what goes to Paris with me, what goes to Dad to store or to Mum's house to store....oh and what gets thrown away. I've taken endless amounts of clothing to charity, it makes me feel like I'm doing my bit for society and well, I wore some shocking clothes sometimes!

Leaving also means maming sure I see everyone before I go. My contract is only 4 months, but it's over Christmas so whilst seeing every family member I've ever spoken to isn't essential....I want to see as many people as possible. My brother recently moved to Dubai and arranging seeing each side of the family, when parent's aren't together and the other brother has 3 young kinds, isn't easy. I don't want a huge fuss but at the same time, I don't want people to forget about me (eternal fear by the way) so I'll pop by as many people as possible and have a coffee or dinner, something small. I've jsut spent a weekend with my mum in Dubai visiting my brother, and am about to spend a few days with my Dad back home....and squeezing in a few friends for coffee/drinks etc.

I actually could go on writing for a while, but time is pressing as always and I have to drive a couple of hours to get home. At least I can tick off one thing on my extensive To Do list.....the blog has been created.

Til next time..... xx