We said goodbye to a lot of the greats this year – even in the last week alone – but there’s one person I just can’t believe we’re going into 2017 without.
I know I haven’t posted in a while but the last couple of weeks have been pretty busy for me. On Monday, after 10 hours of travelling, my sister and I returned home from our first trip to Belgium. Despite the pretty disappointing weather, we had an amazing time and visited quite a few places in the short time we were there.
After graduating from University in July, I wanted to come home and spend the remainder of my summer with my family and friends in Derry before heading back over to Kent to look for a full time job. I can safely say, that after being home and being unemployed for almost five weeks now, I do not understand how people don’t work. Don’t get me wrong, the first couple of weeks were great to have some time off and be able to relax and catch up with everyone but now I am literally bored silly, I need something else to do with my days other than reading and watching TV.
Growing up in Ireland, having 3 good days of summer is the norm but this year has been particularly bad. I went to the cinema on Tuesday to see Ant Man (which was amazing, btw) and had to wear a hoodie and a raincoat – two things that shouldn’t be a necessity in August.
So the first few months of 2015 have been pretty stressful for me – between managing essays and dissertations, having a part-time job and trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do when I graduate. I have also been wrestling with the question: Do I even want to be a journalist? And for the moment, I think the answer is no. When I first realised this I thought ‘Shit! What am I going to do now, have I just wasted 3 years of my life?’ but then I took to the interwebs and found that only 1 in 5 journalism students actually go into journalism and that 80% of journalism graduates find employment within 6 months of graduating so that made me feel a little better about myself.