Diary of a Wanderer

T he journey to camp from Dubrovnik was a rather nervous one for me, as it was for Becca and Karolina who were also returning. We had spent the last few days wandering the streets of the Old Town of Dubrovnik and on the beach, with Becca and I trying to add some colour to our otherwise chalk white British skin which blended in rather nicely with the white pebble beach. This was definitely the calm before the storm, and didn't we know it! A six hour bus ride to Split and a further 2 hours on a transfer coach and I was back at my summer haven. I walked through the gates to be greeted by some of my favourite people who I am lucky enough to be spending yet another summer with. I know it is such a cliche but it genuinely felt like I had never been  away. Sadly I also felt that way when I walked into the dining hall- whilst the food is good, I'm not sure by the end of the summer I'll be too happy about the fact I'll technically have been eating it for 6 months of my life...

As my housemates will tell you, I've been contemplating starting a blog for a while. It seems ironic for someone that isn't the biggest fan of Facebook and sharing my every move with the world. But I figured it would help me stay ever so slightly more organised and possibly help me remember what I get up to! The fact I feel like I am starting a 'new chapter' in life makes me feel that now is a great time to start. So here goes... I've just finished as a student studying history at Sussex uni, spending the best 3 years of my life thus far living in Brighton. I simply could not have imagined spending my uni years in a better, more vibrant, city. Cobbled lanes, flea markets and vintage shops, quirky bars and a great vibe. Being able to run along the beach in the mornings. I couldn't really ask for much more. With my dissertation and exams finished I spent my last week trying to truly make the most of this wonderful place. Last Thursday I packed up my stuff and...