An Island Girl in the real World

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Everything in the real world intrigues me.  The aeroplane. The skyscrapers. KFC. The motorways wow me everytime, even after two trips to America and over three years in the UK.  The way they flow, their organisation.  Our ability to use them and very seldom mess it up.  Everyday, an adventure awaits.  A new day, a new opportunity, new results, new people.  Everyday in the real world, an adventure awaits.  St Helena Island held adventure, in some ways much more adventure than the real world does.  Only difference is on St Helena, I wouldn't be on my adventure alone.  My family would be there to enjoy it with me, and me with them.  Too often we take the small things in life for granted.  Too often we drive on a masterpiece of a motorway and lose the opportunity of being on the adventure.  Too often I dream about what I want in my future that I forget the small things.  I forget about my family, I forget about how long it has been since I've hugged my Grandparents, how long its been since I've eaten Ice cream with my friend Sam.  Too often I take the small things in my life for granted.

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The UK unravelled many adventures for this Island Girl.  Everyday gripped me and dragged me out to explore everything I possibly could.  The trains, the food, the shopping, the people.  The nightlife.  Everyday was an adventure.   But just like everything in our life, the novelty faded, the shopping became unappealing very quickly, became more of a hinderance than anything.  The trains made me sick.  But the nightlife struck me.  The nightlife was different to the Island nightlife.  For once in my life no one knew my name or who my mother was.  For once in my life it didn't matter what state my friends and I left the club in.  For once in my life I realized that in the real world, no one cares. Trotting past homeless folks on our way to the nightclub, jiving past folks that had a little too much to drink.  No one cared.  The island nightlife was different.  Dancing was scarce unless 90% of the folk were intoxicated to a point of blaming the drink for making bad shapes on the floor.  If anyone slept on the floor, someone would pick you up and get you home, safe and sound.  If you ran out of money someone was always to the rescue with shots.  Someone would always help, and most times it would be the folks you would least expect.  But I embraced the UK nightlife, London, Guildford, Portsmouth, Bournemouth, Manchester, Nottingham, Yorkshire, Reading, Swindon, London, London, London. I embraced the UK nightlife. 

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But adventure is never ending.  When we believe we've reached our dream destination, our hearts and minds change.  We believe we are destined for something new.  Something better, greater.  More.  I believed that my career choice would be perfect, without a doubt.  Full of drive and determination.  But part of the adventure is experience.  Too often I write my ending in my heart before I experience the experience.  Too often I miss opportunity in each and every day.

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