accomplishments of 2018:
- matured as a project architect in my firm 
- completed two tender construction packages
- running site meetings on my own
- >10% salary increase not incl. two bonuses in first year of new job
- finished third marathon and cut off 10mins, pr on half marathon time
- did something for myself I have always wanted to do (motorbike)
- practiced and upskilled digital art
- completed a multipitch & smallest campus board
- invested in stocks

to be improved/2019 goals:

- didn't save enough, spent a large proportion of savings (motorbike + holidays) 
- climbing only maintained not bettered, completely let myself go end of year
- language, geography, architectural self study not done
- mortgage pending housing market
- architecture registration
- better my swimming 
- hand sketches, drawing a day
- side hustle


accomplishments of 2017

- officially graduated with masters degree
- smashed my half marathon pr
- matured as a graduate architect in my firm
- increased the number of people I love by one
- worked a year officially full time post uni
- been approached by two recruiters
- done a 21km run five weeks in a row
- finished my second marathon and smashed my pr
- survived the job hunt process and found a job on my own
- new job with more responsibility/money at a well known respected firm
- saved 60-70% of income

but as a result,
- climbing and fitness suffered

Though ultimately 2017 was a good fcking year, if not the best cause of the love of a certain boy.








Adulthood feels like a precarious game of balancing things on a finite point. The more you level up, the more ideas to implement and the more responsibilities that come. Time being your limiting factor and essentials like sleep which can't be forgone only reduced at a value cost trade off. Because at this point in life, I have the most control to dictate and shape the direction of where this mediocre but great life I have been given goes. More control than ever previously in these twenty three years, because now I have the mental capacity, the financial stability and the independence. And whilst I still remain unsure on that direction, the main thing is to have the conviction to try, to believe, to work hard and hustle because to become complacent in any aspect of life is to give up.

Thus to have some more accountability, some short term (but most likely long term) goals:
- side hustle of some sort (etsy, threadless, writing, graphic design)
- mortgage for investment property
- side arch related projects (kitchenette joinery design)
- registered architect (arch logbook, exam & panel interview)
- marathon numero two
- be a better daughter, sister, friend, partner


Upon arriving back in Paris from Venice, it was a stark contrast to the slow pace and quiet lifestyle of two weeks spent prior. Paris with its busy roads, peak hour subways, blaring sirens and people begging. But the picturesque Paris is also there, hidden amongst the boulangeries on every corner, selling freshly baked goods and the numerous cafes where people pause to have a coffee or two or three. The antiquity of the city is present in every glance, centuries of history noticeable in the architecture but often overlooked in a city with so much to show. Beautiful churches and museums blend into one another as frequent as they are, whilst kids casually kick a soccer ball against a three hundred year old wall, which once defended the city. The river Seine, picturesque and a perfect backdrop to the romantic city of the movies. Near the major attractions the tourists are many but the sights to see are worth the crowd. Though many a monument I envisaged standing in open space, untouched and free. Yet in reality with cars and the roads surrounding, it’s a clear juxtaposition to a time long past. That there lies the soul of Paris, old and new coexisting, readapted and repurposed. 


Two weeks in Venice felt both too long and too short. The city itself was a contrast in so many ways, narrow streets only allowing the width of one person opening to large piazzas and open squares, the main streets alive and bustling with tourists whilst other areas quiet, silent and still, and the overlay of the walking streets by another grid of canals, only experienced by water. The city itself is amazing, with so much history and culture engrained in every brick, and when you consider the mammoth task of practically building a landform up from scratch, it really is such a mind blowing feat. Because without human intervention, the lagoon that is Venice would no longer be. But the main sights to see and experiencing the city could be consumed in a couple of days, so in a way I overextended my stay. But what I lost in time, I gained through the irreplaceable experience of studying in another country. Because study akin to work, makes you take a step back and settle down, you begin to walk routes every day, and the absolute maze of lanes and streets, crisscrossing and dead ends begins to make a little bit of sense. A sense of familiarity arises as you pick up common phrases, and frequent the same cafes, know where to get the cheapest drinks and revisit your favourite restaurants. And that is the essence of travelling for me, not the tourist attractions of amazing landmarks but immersing yourself in a culture, so unique and different from home.


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