The Story: Long Distance


So, I thought I’d go for a change of topic – a slight stray away from the usual beauty ramble and onto more… personal territory.

Back in August I said goodbye (for a little while) to my favourite person in the world – my boyfriend of 4.5 years. While he went away for a semester abroad at one of the US’s top universities I’m still at home, and now around 2 months in (with my birthday approaching) the “i-miss-you-why-did-we-decide-this-was-a-good-idea” is really taking over the excitement of having someone you love do something amazing.

I’ll disclaimer this by saying that we spend a lot of time together – despite going to Uni in two different cities (with him inhabiting the dorms, I still operate from my parents house) pretty much every single weekend for the past 2 years has been spent together in some capacity. Going from that to having the other person a 10 hour flight away? Hard. I do hope that I don’t come off as whiny for not seeing my boyfriend for 2 month (I’ve been seeing him on a weekly basis for the past 4 years, it’s a harsh contrast).

We have on the other hand been talking more than usual – a plethora of skype calls, whatsapp messages and random emoji sticker cats on facebook. Everyone always says it’s all about communication and that’s true! It’s not about the deep meaningful conversations (those happen too!) but for me it’s the little things like a cute picture of the cat at the flat he’s renting, or of the massive amount of pumpkins lining the streets.

My tips?

  1. make sure you communicate once a day ( I send a quick “good morning” text everyday)
  2. don’t sink into a funk; go out with girlfriends or do something for you (pamper sessions galore!)
  3. try to have a bright spot; plan a weekend getaway for when they’re coming back or even better meet them there before they comeback for a little R&R (I’ll be off to the US come January for a week with my bae.)
  4. Take it easy, and have trust. No one likes nagging or overly clingy girlfriends (or boyfriends) space is good, try to enjoy it!

Monday Minute

tattoos coveteur

If you’ve got a spare couple of minutes on your hands I whole heartedly recommend going over to the Coveteur and reading this.

I’ve always been fascinated by tattoos, their meanings (or lack of) of what they mean to the people whose skin the adorn. I got my first one at 18, didn’t tell my parents about it but felt on top of the world. It’s a feeling that’s impossible to describe that’s sparked up again every time I notice it in the mirror or when my hand passes it. That first one, it holds so much meaning intended and unintended in a way, that I know there’ll be nothing like it ever again. I got my second tattoo (on my foot) a short 6 months after the first, I love it but it’s not the same. It’s been close to 6 years now since that day I walked into a parlour and lay down for an excruciating 30 minutes to emerge different yet the same – with a secret that’s just mine etched onto my skin, one I can share if I want to.

I’ve been toying with the idea of a couple of new ones, but there’s a bit on time until I’ll make that decision.


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