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There are a lot of times when I just don't think about where I live and get on with what I'm doing. One day something happens and I soon remember that I chose to live where I did for a reason.
I was brought up between High Wycombe and a small town in Somerset. The later years of my childhood were spent climbing trees, wondering through endless fields of corn and rummaging through building sites and partially built houses.
It was pretty much a great childhood in this respect, I found I could lose myself in these places, especially in the fields when the weather was hot and I had my few friends with me. I certainly needed it, my school life was a nightmare and I dreaded going there on a daily basis, this took my mind away from all that and let me lead a completely different life.
I discovered computing when I was about 12, but it still didn't take me away from the trees, camps and dangerous BMX stunts that are now only the remit of those on Jackass, but it also helped that I could be doing something inside when the weather changed.
Throughout my childhood I was lucky enough to live in a small estate where there were few houses and it was, on the whole, pretty safe. I had trees and fields surrounding me and we were only 20 minutes from the sea, so regular trips to Lyme bay were made (where they used to have a great little arcade). Like all good things, though, it soon became time for me to move away from this.
I had already been working for three years by the time I went to university. Three soul destroying jobs had sapped any childhood energy and enthusiasm from me and left me thinking there was little to work than just keeping your head down and milling through tons of paper. University was my chance to escape, but it was also daunting because I had no confidence and I was going away from the place I felt most at home.
Of course, I was lucky enough to end up in Exmouth, a fairly small seaside town with plenty of countryside and the bonus of having the sea (and therefore a couple of arcades and ice-cream shops) right under my nose. I simply couldn't believe my luck and for ages I just used to wonder down to the sea, looking out over the waves. It was somewhere I instantly felt at home with, even more so than my original home.
Things move on and I soon let the place slide in majesty while trying to complete my course and deal with the many ups and downs my uni life brought. I'd spent nights on benches on the beach at times and felt trapped and alone at others, but all the time I never gave a thought to what I'd be doing or where I would be after my course had finished.
Now I find myself still here, and I realise once again how lucky I am to live in a place filled with such beauty. There are many things I could complain about, transport, wages and lots of other things which are better in a city, but to me this far outways them all.
To really bring it home, I was on my way to work the other day and the sun peeped out from behind a small fluffy cloud in the bright blue sky. I stopped to wait for a herd of cows, crossing the road after being milked. It was at this moment I had the chance to look around and turning off the car radio, I wound down the window and let the sounds and the whole atmosphere engulf me in a feeling of warmth and contentment.
I could so easily have been feeling depressed about going to work, or grumbling about the traffic and the cost of petrol. Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware.
I was brought up between High Wycombe and a small town in Somerset. The later years of my childhood were spent climbing trees, wondering through endless fields of corn and rummaging through building sites and partially built houses.
It was pretty much a great childhood in this respect, I found I could lose myself in these places, especially in the fields when the weather was hot and I had my few friends with me. I certainly needed it, my school life was a nightmare and I dreaded going there on a daily basis, this took my mind away from all that and let me lead a completely different life.
I discovered computing when I was about 12, but it still didn't take me away from the trees, camps and dangerous BMX stunts that are now only the remit of those on Jackass, but it also helped that I could be doing something inside when the weather changed.
Throughout my childhood I was lucky enough to live in a small estate where there were few houses and it was, on the whole, pretty safe. I had trees and fields surrounding me and we were only 20 minutes from the sea, so regular trips to Lyme bay were made (where they used to have a great little arcade). Like all good things, though, it soon became time for me to move away from this.
I had already been working for three years by the time I went to university. Three soul destroying jobs had sapped any childhood energy and enthusiasm from me and left me thinking there was little to work than just keeping your head down and milling through tons of paper. University was my chance to escape, but it was also daunting because I had no confidence and I was going away from the place I felt most at home.
Of course, I was lucky enough to end up in Exmouth, a fairly small seaside town with plenty of countryside and the bonus of having the sea (and therefore a couple of arcades and ice-cream shops) right under my nose. I simply couldn't believe my luck and for ages I just used to wonder down to the sea, looking out over the waves. It was somewhere I instantly felt at home with, even more so than my original home.
Things move on and I soon let the place slide in majesty while trying to complete my course and deal with the many ups and downs my uni life brought. I'd spent nights on benches on the beach at times and felt trapped and alone at others, but all the time I never gave a thought to what I'd be doing or where I would be after my course had finished.
Now I find myself still here, and I realise once again how lucky I am to live in a place filled with such beauty. There are many things I could complain about, transport, wages and lots of other things which are better in a city, but to me this far outways them all.
To really bring it home, I was on my way to work the other day and the sun peeped out from behind a small fluffy cloud in the bright blue sky. I stopped to wait for a herd of cows, crossing the road after being milked. It was at this moment I had the chance to look around and turning off the car radio, I wound down the window and let the sounds and the whole atmosphere engulf me in a feeling of warmth and contentment.
I could so easily have been feeling depressed about going to work, or grumbling about the traffic and the cost of petrol. Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware.
pb wrote:
"Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware."
Quite true. Knocks you off your seat, as I seem to be saying a lot recently. :0)
But if there's one thing that makes me angry, it's people who have no intention of helping others to follow their dreams. Only want to use them so they can keep raking in the money, and pay for that widescreen tv.
One of the main reasons why I want to start Swordspines, is so I can encourage more people to see beyond paperwork jobs, and to see that they can actually get some sort of satisfaction from their job... all applicants to have full researched backgrounds, I don't care how irritating and time consuming it becomes. And not looking for grades, crap like that... want to know them as people, what they desire, feel. What they can do and see.
(Says the man who blocks most of his contacts for talking to him.)
Meh... they talk to me too much, and I learn a lot about them. So that's why I block them.
(I'm not blaming you, I would too.)
Anyway... I do kinda believe I'm here for a reason now. I need to create, and I need to inspire others to find heart in their life. Somehow.
"Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware."
Quite true. Knocks you off your seat, as I seem to be saying a lot recently. :0)
But if there's one thing that makes me angry, it's people who have no intention of helping others to follow their dreams. Only want to use them so they can keep raking in the money, and pay for that widescreen tv.
One of the main reasons why I want to start Swordspines, is so I can encourage more people to see beyond paperwork jobs, and to see that they can actually get some sort of satisfaction from their job... all applicants to have full researched backgrounds, I don't care how irritating and time consuming it becomes. And not looking for grades, crap like that... want to know them as people, what they desire, feel. What they can do and see.
(Says the man who blocks most of his contacts for talking to him.)
Meh... they talk to me too much, and I learn a lot about them. So that's why I block them.
(I'm not blaming you, I would too.)
Anyway... I do kinda believe I'm here for a reason now. I need to create, and I need to inspire others to find heart in their life. Somehow.
Good psot pb. This forum is a good forum but nobody comes in here that much thats why people good posts arnt got replys again good post pb.
There are a lot of times when I just don't think about where I live and get on with what I'm doing. One day something happens and I soon remember that I chose to live where I did for a reason.
I was brought up between High Wycombe and a small town in Somerset. The later years of my childhood were spent climbing trees, wondering through endless fields of corn and rummaging through building sites and partially built houses.
It was pretty much a great childhood in this respect, I found I could lose myself in these places, especially in the fields when the weather was hot and I had my few friends with me. I certainly needed it, my school life was a nightmare and I dreaded going there on a daily basis, this took my mind away from all that and let me lead a completely different life.
I discovered computing when I was about 12, but it still didn't take me away from the trees, camps and dangerous BMX stunts that are now only the remit of those on Jackass, but it also helped that I could be doing something inside when the weather changed.
Throughout my childhood I was lucky enough to live in a small estate where there were few houses and it was, on the whole, pretty safe. I had trees and fields surrounding me and we were only 20 minutes from the sea, so regular trips to Lyme bay were made (where they used to have a great little arcade). Like all good things, though, it soon became time for me to move away from this.
I had already been working for three years by the time I went to university. Three soul destroying jobs had sapped any childhood energy and enthusiasm from me and left me thinking there was little to work than just keeping your head down and milling through tons of paper. University was my chance to escape, but it was also daunting because I had no confidence and I was going away from the place I felt most at home.
Of course, I was lucky enough to end up in Exmouth, a fairly small seaside town with plenty of countryside and the bonus of having the sea (and therefore a couple of arcades and ice-cream shops) right under my nose. I simply couldn't believe my luck and for ages I just used to wonder down to the sea, looking out over the waves. It was somewhere I instantly felt at home with, even more so than my original home.
Things move on and I soon let the place slide in majesty while trying to complete my course and deal with the many ups and downs my uni life brought. I'd spent nights on benches on the beach at times and felt trapped and alone at others, but all the time I never gave a thought to what I'd be doing or where I would be after my course had finished.
Now I find myself still here, and I realise once again how lucky I am to live in a place filled with such beauty. There are many things I could complain about, transport, wages and lots of other things which are better in a city, but to me this far outways them all.
To really bring it home, I was on my way to work the other day and the sun peeped out from behind a small fluffy cloud in the bright blue sky. I stopped to wait for a herd of cows, crossing the road after being milked. It was at this moment I had the chance to look around and turning off the car radio, I wound down the window and let the sounds and the whole atmosphere engulf me in a feeling of warmth and contentment.
I could so easily have been feeling depressed about going to work, or grumbling about the traffic and the cost of petrol. Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware.
I was brought up between High Wycombe and a small town in Somerset. The later years of my childhood were spent climbing trees, wondering through endless fields of corn and rummaging through building sites and partially built houses.
It was pretty much a great childhood in this respect, I found I could lose myself in these places, especially in the fields when the weather was hot and I had my few friends with me. I certainly needed it, my school life was a nightmare and I dreaded going there on a daily basis, this took my mind away from all that and let me lead a completely different life.
I discovered computing when I was about 12, but it still didn't take me away from the trees, camps and dangerous BMX stunts that are now only the remit of those on Jackass, but it also helped that I could be doing something inside when the weather changed.
Throughout my childhood I was lucky enough to live in a small estate where there were few houses and it was, on the whole, pretty safe. I had trees and fields surrounding me and we were only 20 minutes from the sea, so regular trips to Lyme bay were made (where they used to have a great little arcade). Like all good things, though, it soon became time for me to move away from this.
I had already been working for three years by the time I went to university. Three soul destroying jobs had sapped any childhood energy and enthusiasm from me and left me thinking there was little to work than just keeping your head down and milling through tons of paper. University was my chance to escape, but it was also daunting because I had no confidence and I was going away from the place I felt most at home.
Of course, I was lucky enough to end up in Exmouth, a fairly small seaside town with plenty of countryside and the bonus of having the sea (and therefore a couple of arcades and ice-cream shops) right under my nose. I simply couldn't believe my luck and for ages I just used to wonder down to the sea, looking out over the waves. It was somewhere I instantly felt at home with, even more so than my original home.
Things move on and I soon let the place slide in majesty while trying to complete my course and deal with the many ups and downs my uni life brought. I'd spent nights on benches on the beach at times and felt trapped and alone at others, but all the time I never gave a thought to what I'd be doing or where I would be after my course had finished.
Now I find myself still here, and I realise once again how lucky I am to live in a place filled with such beauty. There are many things I could complain about, transport, wages and lots of other things which are better in a city, but to me this far outways them all.
To really bring it home, I was on my way to work the other day and the sun peeped out from behind a small fluffy cloud in the bright blue sky. I stopped to wait for a herd of cows, crossing the road after being milked. It was at this moment I had the chance to look around and turning off the car radio, I wound down the window and let the sounds and the whole atmosphere engulf me in a feeling of warmth and contentment.
I could so easily have been feeling depressed about going to work, or grumbling about the traffic and the cost of petrol. Sometimes you don't realise how lucky you really are until something small just catches you unaware.