I'm very much in the mood to start writing a soppy post about life, my life, if you want to get down to business. I'm half writing this on the notes app on my phone on the train back from London to Manchester, there's always that warm wanderlust feeling that makes me proud to hop on and off trains and know I'm travelling from one familiar city to another. Times like these makes me think how could I have ever stayed in Manchester for uni? Although, don't get me wrong, it's one of the best darn cities I know. 

Train stations lie a billion and one stories, you've just crossed paths with strangers that may talk different, come from different cities and heck maybe even from around the world but in that very moment you're there and they're there.

So 2016 hasn't been the pinnacle of society's ideal year, it has even been tragic and unbearable at times but has it really been that bad? It's not even Christmas yet and I'm already banging on about the end is nigh and all that but 2016 HAS been an important year for me and it's not one I want to push aside and place in a 'FRAGILE' box in my mentality. 

I have grown (not physically since um last time I checked everything is still the same size.. yes I'm talking about you boobs), I have been hurt, I have had to watch someone close to me battle with a mental illness, I almost crossed paths with death, I have made new friends, departed from old and frankly become an attention seeking independent woman. There is nothing wrong with having high standards, what I've learned is that with high standards, I tend to pair it up with low expectations. This is the mindset I'm jumping into 2017 with, of course it might change a few months into the next year or maybe as soon as I publish this post or maybe I'm just naive but after a cascade of disappointments, I can't express how important it is to put yourself first. 

Coat, Archive by Alexa M&S/ jumper and fishnet tights, Primark in stores