amysrambles

rambles, pictures, words, nonsense, art, music and other little finds.
Love looking at unusual clouds…this one is particularly cool! (Taken with Instagram)

Love looking at unusual clouds…this one is particularly cool! (Taken with Instagram)

This is just pure genius.

Wizard Of Meh. - Fagottron

So I might have a problem.  (Taken with Instagram)

So I might have a problem. (Taken with Instagram)

As is this.  Wow.

by Michaël Dudok De Wit
Produced by Claire Jennings

So this is kind of beautiful.

“One need only have courage, for strength without confidence is useless.”

- Giacomo Casanova

So this is probably my favourite quote ever.

So this is probably my favourite quote ever.

MOVING IN…AND MOVING FORWARD…
I have now officially moved out. Does this now make me a grown up? I hope not. Though I am now excited by things like fridges, curtains and washing machines…god forbid. Speaking of which, my kitchen appliances turned up today…thereby my excitement may just be due to being able to eat foods other than Super Noodles and Peanut Butter. And herbal tea, which I have taken a rather obsessive liking to…in a teacup no less. I am officially 75.
And so my new adventure starts…with a tearful goodbye between my parents and I three days ago, I think I have seen them more since I moved out than when I lived at home. The irony does not surpass me, to which I must chuckle. This is what I have been working to….saving my pennies for…finding my feet….for this. This freedom. This responsibility. I didn’t think I would be able to do it…both financially and maybe emotionally. But here I am, standing (well sitting), between my own four walls, in my little place full of silly things, that I now call my home.
What a funny little journey it has been to get here. Through stormy waters and shiny glimmers of light, I never thought I could make it. And I couldn’t…until I started believing that I could. Oh, how we hold ourselves back sometimes. This does not matter now; I am a firm believer that we do things when we are ready to.
Whilst my excitement about my new abode is still fresh in my eyes and in my heart, I cannot seem to simply just be content for a few months/weeks, hell – even a few days. What is next? What is on my to-do list? I must find a new job. This is not a fanciful whim that I have just plucked out of the air now that I am settled, but rather a MUST and a NEED. After spending 7 years in a place that could only be considered a 2nd home, it is imperative that I must move forward. So many changes. Such a short amount of time. I am not qualified for much, but hope that my enthusiasm may help me where I am elsewhere hindered. I am a person who does not require a lot of money to make my world go round. I would much rather spend my time with people I love having a quiet evening chatting of nonsensical things, rather than a lavish night on the town. Unfortunately, while I am happy doing this, I also realise my current income will just about covers my bills. Therefore, my practicality must kick in. And the next venture must start.

MOVING IN…AND MOVING FORWARD…

I have now officially moved out. Does this now make me a grown up? I hope not. Though I am now excited by things like fridges, curtains and washing machines…god forbid. Speaking of which, my kitchen appliances turned up today…thereby my excitement may just be due to being able to eat foods other than Super Noodles and Peanut Butter. And herbal tea, which I have taken a rather obsessive liking to…in a teacup no less. I am officially 75.

And so my new adventure starts…with a tearful goodbye between my parents and I three days ago, I think I have seen them more since I moved out than when I lived at home. The irony does not surpass me, to which I must chuckle. This is what I have been working to….saving my pennies for…finding my feet….for this. This freedom. This responsibility. I didn’t think I would be able to do it…both financially and maybe emotionally. But here I am, standing (well sitting), between my own four walls, in my little place full of silly things, that I now call my home.

What a funny little journey it has been to get here. Through stormy waters and shiny glimmers of light, I never thought I could make it. And I couldn’t…until I started believing that I could. Oh, how we hold ourselves back sometimes. This does not matter now; I am a firm believer that we do things when we are ready to.

Whilst my excitement about my new abode is still fresh in my eyes and in my heart, I cannot seem to simply just be content for a few months/weeks, hell – even a few days. What is next? What is on my to-do list? I must find a new job. This is not a fanciful whim that I have just plucked out of the air now that I am settled, but rather a MUST and a NEED. After spending 7 years in a place that could only be considered a 2nd home, it is imperative that I must move forward. So many changes. Such a short amount of time. I am not qualified for much, but hope that my enthusiasm may help me where I am elsewhere hindered. I am a person who does not require a lot of money to make my world go round. I would much rather spend my time with people I love having a quiet evening chatting of nonsensical things, rather than a lavish night on the town. Unfortunately, while I am happy doing this, I also realise my current income will just about covers my bills. Therefore, my practicality must kick in. And the next venture must start.