The Importance of Memories

I'm not going to lie to you, I've been in a bit of a rut lately. Whilst I promised myself that this summer I would be writing more than I would be breathing, which acted as motivation to get me through revision, I never factored in that maybe I would be stumbling across the keys - desperately trying to conjure up something to write about. Although for a large section of the year I've managed to find a topic to write about pretty much every single week, it's proven difficult when I've finally had all the time in the world to do it, yet found myself unable to do so.

You may wonder what it is that's got in the way of this, and whilst I'm scrambling my brain trying to come up with a good enough excuse - all I can really find is that sometimes life gets in the way. Sometimes all you have to do is blink, and then the day has passed. and the next. and the next.

I've written before about my infatuation with time, and the speed at which it passes. It never fails to baffle me how sometimes you can feel the full capacity of an hour, yet others you can completely lose track of the clock ticking round. Thankfully, my summer so far has been entirely based on the latter of the two. It has been pretty much non-stop, and for me that is the greatest.

Whilst I'm pretty certain that anyone unlucky enough to have me across various social media platforms may be sick to death of me banging on about my 'girls holiday' to Magaluf (or Palma Nova, depending on who I'm discussing it with), I just wanted to mention it one last time. This was a week in my life where I was genuinely the happiest I have ever been for that length of time, and I cannot even begin to find the words to describe what an amazing time I had. I know it's cliché to use the expression 'I never stopped laughing', but it is honestly the truth - I laughed so much I think I may have damaged my body completely (alongside the copious amounts of drinking, too - lets not ignore that).

Whilst it doesn't sound particularly exotic or fancy (and trust me, if the food we consumed was anything to go by - it most definitely was not) but I can honestly say it was one of the best experiences of my entire life. Now, although I would enjoy nothing more than to sit here and type out the countless stories I have of this trip, I am going to refrain from doing so - whilst I love nothing more than embarrassing my friends, I think this would be going a step too far (plus, Georgina, I think your life would be ruined forever). 

I guess what made this trip that extra bit special was the escapism from reality for a bit. How you could be anyone, do anything - no matter how stupid or embarrassing (ahem, Georgina) and just live life without thinking about the stresses of the mundane life you lead back home. How you could wake up in the morning, feel the heat and the sunshine on your face, and know that today would be a good day - and completely different from everything you could ever experience back home.

However, not to turn things all doom and gloom, but coming home was when things started to go a bit pear shaped. Whilst my heart is full of the happy memories I have of the trip, sometimes coming back down to reality can often hit me hard. For a full week, I could be care-free and not think about anything other than which cocktail (or two, or three or... lets not go there) I was going to order that evening. I could escape in the sense that I was a nobody, and everyone who I met it was based on first impressions - something which, I'm going to be honest, was a breath of fresh air.

I felt more myself that week than I have for a long time, and I can't help but smile every single time a memory pops into my head, or I hear a song which reminds me of the nights we had there. And, I guess as the title of this post goes, memories truly are the most important thing. Not only do they comfort you in the darkest of times, they also exert masses of happiness too. I'm not going to act like this experience was life changing, because - lets be honest, I wasn't building homes in LEDC's or doing charity work, but, in an entirely selfish way, it was exactly what I needed - and I know that if my summer carries on being just as fantastic as it is so far, then it will truly equate to being 'The Best Summer Ever'.

Thank you so much for reading my silly little ramble, and I can't wait to get back on track with my writing again.

See you soon!

Love,
Grace x 

p.s. If you have any topics or suggestions as to what you'd like to see on this blog, then I would be over the moon to hear from you! xx