Here is my face looking pretty darn pleased with itself, because as of Wednesday last week, I live in Glasgow. And tomorrow I go in to Clydebank to enrol in my first of two years of study towards a Higher National Diploma in Make-Up Artistry.
I haven’t put much up on here lately because it’s been a bit of a funny ole time in the Imosphere, and I’ve not known what to say about a few things during this time of upheaval. And this flog is for PHOTOS and feel-good fun times, not wordy introspective moany whiney pish-posh.
The end of my era (in Oban generally, at the backpackers specifically) – although not any kind of final goodbye – was hard and sad and weird. I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want to, and I still wake up every morning with what I need to get on with during my working day there playing on my mind. I guess that will fade in time.
Packing and moving always sucks but I’ve done it enough times, and recently, to be good at it. My toothbrush and deodorant were where I thought i’d packed them, and I was also able to immediately locate the bra and dress I wanted to wear when I got changed. I still need quite a bit of storage/furniture/drawers/a desk etc, but for now I know what is in each of the boxes piled around my new room.
Tomorrow will be my first shot at public transport between my new flat and the college, which will hopefully pass without incident. After enrolling I’ve got one more week until classes start for real, one more week to get good at being in Glasgow and also maybe to find a part time job. Wish me luck.
I’m looking for a highly-paid part time position that is fun, with cool workmates, preferably somewhere that gives me access to a lot of free shit that I actually need or want. These things might include CDs, concert tickets, food and makeup. Please forward job offers/sponsorship via my contact page.
But anyway. This flog is about to be inundated with exciting tales and photos of my road to makeup mastery. Thank you for hanging in there with me while I transition from backpacker queen to Academy Award-winning makeup goddess.
Perhaps today’s toughest decision is which farewell/new-beginning/winds of change themed hair-metal track to whip out to commemorate this moment in our journey. There are so many to choose from and I feel a great responsibility to choose wisely.
Is Glasgow to be my Paradise City? Here I Go Again On My Own, striking out solo in a new town? Who will make me feel Welcome To The Jungle? Or should I be looking backwards and assuring Oban and all my friends there that I Remember You? Is there ever a good enough reason to put the cringey I Hate Kissing You Goodbye out there? Should I be saving Home Sweet Home for a future post about my upcoming trip to Australia?
Gah. Whitesnake wins. Now go get yourself a floaty white dressing gown, a powerful wind machine, not one but two Jaguars and roll around on the pushed-together bonnets.
Enjoy! Xx
