Stories of life and people
Nick was a student who came to work in the University of Lincoln IT department in his second year, I was an IT Project Manager with a decent amount of working years behind me. He was jam packed full of fresh, incredible ideas with free reign to play; I was the sensible, boring person who... Continue Reading →
It was the first day of secondary school, and I looked around the room to see if I recognised anyone in my class who went on the same school bus as me. Mainly to have someone else to help with figuring out how the whole bus thing worked. As an 11 year old who was... Continue Reading →
He's married. I'm not. His life had some tough times, his relationship tested. I was carefree. We both felt the attraction. But nothing happened. He loves his wife. And that's not who I am.
Well, hasn't that flown? I'd be lying if I said I still didn't feel a bit sad that the relationship I came here for didn't work out. Or rather, I guess the thought (or hope) of the relationship. I'd got to the point I was just about ready for, you know, one of those relationship-thingys,... Continue Reading →
Katie had asked if she could write her version of the moment we met, previously written from my perspective in A year in people #50 - Katie the cryer. My boyfriend and I have come to Arrowtown for the weekend to participate in the Motatapu event. He in the mountain bike race; me in my... Continue Reading →
I think Nic was the first person I met in New Zealand when I moved here who I didn't already know, or who wasn't connected to my ex-boyfriend. It was like a Tinder date for mates. We met online, through the UK group Adventure Queens, and arranged to meet for a cuppa. I'd only been... Continue Reading →
"Hi Michelle, sorry for the late notice but I'm going to have to cancel tonight. I split up with M yesterday and I'm not in the best state to meet I'm afraid! It's all still a bit new and I have quite a lot to sort out. Hoping to stay in Christchurch though so hopefully... Continue Reading →
When I first saw Tess I saw this edgy, trendy, cool chick. You know the kind, the ones that you can feel a bit intimidated by. She had a cool social media presence, worked in some trendy job in Brighton and had the best notebook for this running writing workshop we were at. And wore... Continue Reading →
I met R in Queenstown when I was travelling in New Zealand in 2014. He was staying at the same hostel and I was about to head to bed but a friend persuaded me to stay up for a few minutes longer and after ten minutes of chat, I found myself crashing on his sofa two months... Continue Reading →
