10 I’d love to visit! ✈️

This is going to be a really brief blog, just because I feel like I talk about travelling wayyyy too much. So I’m basically just going to list a place and a reason or two why I want to go.

  1. Rome – The history, and the romance I think the two combine just make it a dream destination.
  2. Berlin – Again the history, mainly the Berlin wall. I think it would just be incredible to see where the divide was created, and of course the museums. Also I wouldn’t mind going around christmas time to go to the christmas markets.
  3. Krakow – I know all of these seem to be linked to history but I’d like to go here because It’s easy to get to Auschwitz, but also I’ve heard the city is beautiful and cheap!
  4. Paris – another city of love (sad I know), but I always planned to go here since I did french at GCSE! And I love pancakes. And I secretly want to know just how big the Eiffel tower is…
  5. Ireland – this one is for a few reasons. It’s partly because if how pretty it looks of P.S I love you, partly because of the titanic museum up in Belfast, partly because i imagine it’s scenery is quite similar to Iceland but with trees and less volcano’s and partly because I mean the Irish accent…come on!
  6. Miami – one thing you’ll be pleased to know is that this is in no way history related. This trip would basically be for the sun and adventure…and by adventure I partly mean rollerblading along the beach boardwalk…because you know…why not!
  7. Canada – basically when my granddad was in the RAF he was based here for a while, so it’d be nice to see some of the things that he saw while he was there.
  8. Budapest – I honestly just think it would be interesting to see the culture of this place, on photo’s it looks incredible!
  9. Rio – this would mainly be for the carnival, it just looks amazing!..a once in a lifetime experience as some would say.
  10. Maldives – does this really need a reason? I mean haven’t you ever seen a photo? 😮 (If you haven’t there’s one linked to this post!

Well that’s my brief list…where would you like to travel to the most?

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My Letter…

Dear Someone,

Having to write a random letter reminds me of the time I had to write letters to my ‘friends’ on animal crossing…even though I knew they didn’t understand english normally. Being set to write a letter with no topic is pretty hard. I never really know what to say. I could update you on how life is going in Natalie World…but to be honest there’s not a lot going on. I’m still single which isn’t really a bad thing, as right now I’m not sure I’m really capable of giving someone else emotional attention (this leads me into thinking I may be becoming a heartless bitch). I still have a cafe job…which isn’t really where I thought I’d be at twenty-two. It’s comfortable and nice, but it’s not really mind-blowing. I still live at home, which again is nice because I like seeing them everyday but at the same time I miss living alone at times. My money situation sucks, I have things to save for, things to pay off, holidays I want to go on, a new car I’d like but nowhere near enough money for any of them. Trying to find another job sucks! Most places won’t take me due to no experience in the area, and I always feel like any jobs that do actually want me are a step in the wrong direction to where I want to be. And on the social side of things most nights I’d rather be in bed watching tv, than going out and getting drunk with friends…like a lot of people my age. I’m just stuck I guess, and maybe set in my ways a bit in other areas. Not very interesting really…anyway until next time friend?

xx

‘The Woman in Black’ and other drama

I love theatre. I have done since I was young. Every year at christmas we’d go to the theatre, to see a pantomime…and every year I’d fall more and more in love. It wasn’t just the idea of going to the theatre, it was everything. The atmosphere, the architecture, the people, the characters, the story being told, and from the actors side the way you could be someone completely different to yourself as soon as you set foot on stage.

When I was eleven I approached my mum outside in the front garden and announced proudly “I know what I want to be when I grow up…I want to be an actor on stage”. At the time this didn’t seem like a big thing, but as I look back on it this is the only thing I’ve ever said I really want to do career wise. Which is strange because I’ve never been career driven, but this I seemed sure about. As soon as my mum heard this she was thrilled. She’s always loved theatre too, so I think the main excitement came from the fact we had something massive in common; as I’d always been a daddies girl until then.

The first thing she did was search for me to join an amateur dramatics club, and lucky for me my next door neighbour had a friend that was involved in one close by. This was the start of my ‘career’ as an actor. From this I went onto taking part in 7 amazing shows, including both pantomimes and musicals (to which I was a Dalek in one…random but best time of my life). As I got older it became clearer that I was out growing the drama group, however by this time I had begun taking my GCSE’s and of course Drama was one of my choices. I love drama at GCSE! It taught me so much about the different types of drama and opened me up to new genres which I thought were so much better than pantomimes, for example Shakespeare. As my knowledge in drama increased so did my love for it, and by the time I reached A-Levels and was able to devise my own play (with the help of a group) and I was certain that this was the type of thing I wanted to do at University…

Anyway during my GCSE’s there was the chance to go on a school trip to see ‘The Woman in Black’ at the Lyceum Theatre in Sheffield (just as a side note this was before the film came out and made it a massive thing). I signed up and off we went. I arrived with an open mind not knowing what to expect really, as the teachers hadn’t given me a brief as to what the play would be about but Oh. My. God. It was incredible!!! This performance was the one and only time I’ve ever seen a horror being brought to stage with such perfection and atmosphere! The fear being built up throughout the play was amazing. One by one you could see the audience being dragged into the fear of the woman in black. The way that she shocked each and every one of us as she floated through the audience in an eerie manner.

I have to say with a cast of only two people (three if you count the woman in black), a minimal set and a mimed dog it is by far the best performance I have ever seen, and I dare say I will ever see. It just captured in me in such a way that my heart will never be set free from the theatre. This was definitely a turning point for me and my love for theatre. Sadly since then I have lost my way with the whole acting thing but this will always be something that I feel strongly about…and If I ever do feel like going back into acting I always have an agency’s number in my phonebook…

To die in a dream…

A few nights ago…I had a dream.

Now unlike majority of my dreams, this one had a historical background… It was set in Nazi Germany. Now, I love history but the bad thing about this, was that I was a Jew.

The dream began underground, in a similar setting to the London Underground except it was darker and unkept. I was surrounded by loads of other Jews, all of different ages showing a range of emotions. We began being led to what seemed to be two elevator shafts in which groups of Jews were being crammed into. Once we were in the lift we were then made to watch a propaganda movie to distract us, while the lift either moved upwards to a few more days of freedom or down to a dreaded gas chamber.

While waiting anxiously, the propaganda film came to an end and the lift doors began to open. Thankfully the lift had gone up to ‘freedom’, we all scuttled out like rats in a sewer, but the worst was not over. We followed the damp corridor down towards the exit, when from the distance I noticed that the next section, which was similar to airport security where the Nazi’s required a barcode which was imbedded into the skin of Jews.

I looked down at my arms, searching for a barcode. I couldn’t find one, I began to panic thinking that I would never escape back out into the real world without one. I  looked around to see if anyone could help me to get a barcode, failing that I began to run searching for an alternate exit…and that’s when I realised I was beginning to be chased by Nazi’s with guns trying to shoot me.

In that moment I then realised that I was in a dream…but I couldn’t wake myself up and bring myself out of it. I began to think to myself, what if i get shot right now? What if I die and can’t return back to reality. What if my body goes into some sort of coma due to my mind being killed in my imagination? Is that even possible?

All I know is that dreams are weird, and when they get weird my thought process gets weird… nevertheless I still enjoy dreaming…

Dream Slut…

So in every relationship there are funny moments…yesterday I realised one of mine.

Now before I go ahead with this post I’d just like to say, I wouldn’t normally let anyone get away with calling me a slut…but on this occasion I’ll let it slide (although I shall begin planning my revenge).

I was talking to my boyfriend in the car and happened to mention about a dream I had the previous night where I slept with a YouTuber. You may think why would I tell him that? That reason being because I thought he would find this funny seen as he creates videos online too, and we both aspire to become YouTubers…however it appears I was wrong.

Now I admit this isn’t the first time I’ve willingly slept with someone in a dream…or even told him about it. And I say willingly because in a previous post I mentioned I occasionally have the ability to realise I’m in a dream and therefore can adapt it to suit me. Surprisingly he can also do the same. So because of that little fact, he felt it was acceptable to give this ‘twatish’ response…

He claimed that he also had a similar dream the previous night where a young lady had began to come onto him in a club, and lure him into her boudoir. However being the chivalrous and noble gentleman he is, he rejected her by informing her he had a girlfriend. Unlike and I quote! “The dream slut” he had in his car…

Within minutes the car we were travelling in became a comical couples courtroom, in which we were both fighting our sides of who was the better partner. Of course no one won as it was all built on sarcasm, but the overall point to be made here in this otherwise pointless blog post is simply…don’t take life too seriously. Funny little moments in relationships are the best, and you can always look back on them to brighten your day.

“People are only mean when they are threatened.” – Mitch Albom, Tuesdays With Morrie.

Dreaming Days Away…

Sometimes…I prefer dreaming to reality.

In dreams anything can happen. You have no worries of money, no thoughts of the future, nothing. In a way it’s like being a child again, unaware of the outside world and all the bad alongside it. It can also allow you the freedom to live in the moment with no restrictions…living in the moment but outside reality. Of course these are all good dreams. Nightmares on the other hand are very different. In some cases it can even put fears you never knew you had into your everyday life, bringing them alive. So it’s best to just keep them away, or even invest in a dream catcher to prevent bad dreams!

The main beauty I find in dreams is that you can occasionally adapt them or even control them, given that you realise you are dreaming. Which occasionally is something that I can do. This is also quite helpful in nightmares though, I mean if your being chased by a zombie you can imagine a gun in your pocket and boom….shot it right in the head. Problem Solved.

Dreaming is just another of my many attempts to escape from reality. Something I see to do a lot of the time…but life can’t wait forever.

“All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn’t what you thought.” – Mitch Albom, For One Day More.