Looking back on my degree. What’s next?

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I haven’t blogged in the past few months, because I couldn’t find the time anymore with the amount of work I had to do for uni. I had my final year dissertation to write, and damn that was stressful (as well as a lot of work)! It’s probably been the most stressful year of my life, very overwhelming. But I’m back now, because the year, and more importantly my degree is over, and I am freeeeee.

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I Don’t Want Children

To anyone who knows me personally, this is probably a conversation we’ve had together, or you’ve understood it by the lack of empathy I have for children. I’ve never been a big fan of children nor have I ever found them particularly cute, but I feel like it’s gotten even worse in the past year. Seeing a baby makes me more uncomfortable than anything, and I have no idea what to say to a child. I don’t feel like the conversation would be beneficial to anyone, so why bother. I know my sister wants children, and when she has them I’m sure I’ll love them very much, but as soon as they cry or smell, they’re going back to her or my brother-in-law in a heartbeat.

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Why I Started Blogging

I started my blog one and a half years ago, during exam period of my second year at university. It’s something I did quite spontaneously; I was bored and figured ‘why not?’ I didn’t have a particular interest in writing, and to be honest I wasn’t much of a reader either so I didn’t really think about blogging long term, but it’s something I wanted to try out in that moment. 

The idea had already been suggested to me a few months earlier by my flatmate, in relation to me being vegan, but I laughed and replied that I would never actually start one, I didn’t think I had anything to say and my main thought was “what if no one reads it?”

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Scars are Beautiful

A few months ago, Unapologetically Angie wrote a beautiful post concerning her scars. It’s inspired me to write my own and share my story (you can read her blog post here). 
I’ve never known my body without my scars, as I had them as a baby. At 9 months-old I caught the chicken pocks, which was not surprising living with older siblings and cousins who had them as well. However, it quickly developed into a staph infection (staphylococcus), which is a bacteria that often and easily enters open wounds. I, of course, do not remember any of this happening to me, so the few details I know are based on what I’ve been told.

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