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This must be the place.

When I woke up that Tuesday morning, it was, to all intents and purposes, an ordinary day. Except of course, It wasn’t. Continue reading “This must be the place.”


The Pursuit of happiness

A few weeks ago I dropped my oyster card onto the tube tracks. Berating myself for clumsiness, feelings of annoyance and upset creeping in, I actually contemplated climbing down to get it. I checked the time before the next train, and even ran through it step-by-step in my head: jumping down, grabbing the damn thing, and clambering back up before being hit. Continue reading “The Pursuit of happiness”

Some like it hot.

Now I like it hot just as much as the next person. For example, the current pleasant weather we are experiencing across the UK?  I very much like this hot. I also like a good cup of hot strong coffee, hot peppery chillies in food, and a hot glowing fire in deepest darkest winter… Continue reading “Some like it hot.”


April came to a close as if it were deepest darkest winter, the weather changing from a subtle spring sunshine, to a ferocious biting cold; bringing with it snow, hail and a dense milky fog.

My morning commutes to work offered a glimpse of the moors above me, their usually colourful and tree-lined foresty hilltops out of sight, masked by this uncustomary meteorological shift.  Continue reading “Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes”

About: Time

I recently agreed to take part in a lifestyle survey about how I spent my time over the course of an entire week, logging my daily activities in half-hourly increments throughout the day. Honestly? it drove me completely frickin’ nuts. Not least of all because the bloody app sent me constant reminders to log my movements, but because this Orwellian style checking up on me was creating massive amounts of anxiety and claustrophobia by counting and recording the moments of my life in such microscopic detail. Continue reading “About: Time”

There is a light that never goes out.

As I wait on the platform for the train this morning, which is invariably running late, I look out across the still-inky sky to the rolling purple hills beyond me. I watch Wordsworth’s clouds wandering lonely across them, weaving between the dark spindling trees, casting shadows, and I think about how sometimes we all fail to attend to the beauty that is right in front of us. Continue reading “There is a light that never goes out.”

Back for good?

Welcome back fellow travellers! Come rest your weary heads upon my literary shoulder.

How I have missed writing this blog! When I recklessly decided to bring into existence ‘Aimee by night’ it was with a view to perhaps posting a few short memento pieces here and there of my travels in America. Continue reading “Back for good?”

The end has no end

Today I’m leaving America. A quick breakfast on The Strip, and then it’s time for this chapter to sadly come to close. Continue reading “The end has no end”

The Lost and Found

This morning I awake to the sound of the ocean and the delectable scent of freshly ground coffee. Breakfast hungrily consumed and I head out front to the beach. It’s deserted save for a mother and her small child playfully kicking in the shallows.

The sun is beginning to make an appearance after lazily hanging back, and I’m grateful of the breeze to keep me cool.

It’s been an age since I’ve swam in open water so I head onto the hot sand and, running the last few steps, dive in. The tide breaks, fizzing up like aspirin around me as I splash gently back and forth.

I laugh and grin wildly with a smile only the horizon can see, enjoying the moment.

After a while I starfish and let the waves toss me lightly back to shore, where I wash up with the shale and the seaweed.

I walk along spying shells perfectly white like bleached bone and use this time to reflect on my travels so far. I’ve only been away for 16 days but already I’ve had experiences which will stay with me for a lifetime. I can’t believe I ever debated whether or not to take this trip.

Save some fleeting moments of insecurity, since setting foot on US soil I’ve done things I’d never thought I would, with a confidence I didn’t know I had. I’ve been ambitious, fearless, and strong.

I’m saying ‘yes!’ wholeheartedly instead of umm-ing and ahh-ing over no, or an awkward maybe. America is bringing out the best in me and reviving those parts that somehow got lost for a while back there in the harsh reality of stony-faced London.

I realise in this moment of tranquility, the depth of sadness I’ve been carrying around this last year-slowly losing sight of the person I am; how euphoric I now feel to have found her again.

I’ve stopped asking questions, I’ve stopped worrying. I’ve started living every day like its the blessing that it is. I’m out in the world and I’m part of it instead of on the outside looking in.

I’m full of colour as the grey blows away out across The Atlantic, hopefully never to be see again.

I gaze instead across the ocean, nothingness ahead of me, knowing for once, everything is out there within my reach, and that I finally have the courage to take it.

I’m no longer made of glass, about to break; I’m a Phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn.

I stand awed on the edge of forever, thinking how this is the last place on my travels I expected to have such a profound revelation, but happy that it snuck upon me anyway. I realise in this instant, I can do anything if I put my mind to it, and that thought excites me. Taking a deep breath of the heady Florida air, I start by running full pelt across the beach and leaping back into the frothing sea, a trail of fire burning in my wake.

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