Dear Diary… Getting Back Up Again

Ahh rejection. What a glorious feeling.

If you’ve been following my blog or have read any of my recent posts then you’ll know that I’ve been in London recently for two interviews for what was essentially a dream job. It involved blogging, events, digital marketing and communications and I really thought my interviews had gone well.

In fact, they did go well! I came second, losing out to a candidate that had three years of experience in those fields. As a graduate there is potentially nothing more soul destroying than losing to someone with experience. I understand experience gives the company that sense of reassurance but when you’re on the other side of a rejection simply due to your age it can be pretty crushing. I have never let a lack of experience daunt me, because let’s face it. 90% of people probably had no idea what they were doing when they first start a job, no matter how much previous experience they have had. Every job will require slightly different skills, use different platforms and have a totally different working environment. So even 50 years of experience wouldn’t necessarily prepare you for that first day.

Now I don’t want to come across as bitter, because I am most definitely not! It’s still a dream company to work for and I’m going to keep pursuing jobs with them, so take this more as a lamentation for how frustrating it can be as a graduate fighting for that first big break. If you read my post on hunting for a job in London you’ll know just how overwhelming it can be, with so many opportunities simultaneously feeling like nothing being available.

However, in this moment of defeat (albeit a small moment of defeat) I am more determined than ever to grab a break and get the London city life I’ve been dreaming of. Whilst it throws our plans of moving into a flat into complete disarray, I guess I will just be even more prepared when the time does come. As a true millennial, I live my life by a great series of inspirational quotes.

What’s for you won’t come past you.

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

As one door closes another one opens.

So here I am checking in, down but definitely not out! I guess if it was easy there would be no sense of achievement and that is my whole motivation for moving to London in the first place.

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Dear Diary… Life’s a Happening

What a crazy few weeks we have all had! From new prime ministers to the most unbearable heatwave of 37.5 degrees, life really has been happening. However the real breaking news is that I am so excited that I now have the full domain of londonsnewgirl.blog which I cannot wait to work on and develop as I explore London life!

Whilst lots has certainly been happening on a national scale, things over here have been a little, well… odd. This really has been the first time in about five years that I haven’t had a Summer job or uni work to be doing. What on earth am I meant to be doing with all this free time? I’m catching myself feeling guilty if I sit and play on my phone for too long but at the same time I am struggling to fill each day. I hate sitting around and I am definitely not one for lounging around at the weekends, I’d much rather be out and about exploring or catching up with friends. That being said I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time on Pinterest recently, follow me here if you’re a fellow ‘pinner.’ I’ve trawled every interior store and homeware section and pinned all my favourites, which is causing some contention between myself and the boyfriend who is refusing a pink, white and grey colour scheme in the bedroom. He needn’t bother as I’m very much aware that it’ll be a combination of both of our university things for the first few months/years anyway, however that does give me plenty of time to win him over…

My main task is finding a job, closely followed by finding a flat and both are majorly overwhelming. I have been lucky enough to have an interview that I’m keeping all my fingers and toes crossed for as it would be the dream, however realistically I’m trying not to get my hopes up too much. I want to do a whole post or even a series on finding a job in London as I definitely think it’s different to any other place, the competition is unbelievably strong yet there are so many opportunities so how do you pick the right one? Who knows. Not me right now anyway!

Flat hunting is looking slightly more positive, which is rather frustrating considering I can’t pay rent without a job, however it’s the three busses coming at once scenario isn’t it. However I guess in this case its the connecting bus arriving before I even get the first one! We are actually going to view a flat tomorrow and I’m trying to compile my list of adult questions to ask the agents however it’s hard to get out the mindset of asking if I can put blue tac on the walls after so many years of boarding school and uni accommodation.

So that’s it. Life really is starting yet is seeming to take a very long time to get going. I am such an impatient person, which is something I am struggling a little with right now, so I’m going to pool all of my organisational and creative energy into the blog and see what I can come up with! What are your tips for being patient when it comes to waiting for life? I definitely don’t want to wish this down time away when the next 50 or so years are going to be pretty intense, but I guess I am just too excited to get started? Let me know in the comments!

Dear Diary… Goodbye St. Andrews

After five long years my time at St. Andrews University is coming to an end and I almost can’t believe it. Whilst I am undoubtedly 99% excited and impatient to get to London and start the next chapter of my life, there is still the 1% of me that will always have a love for St. Andrews.

I had known I wanted to go to St. Andrews University long before it came to applying, in fact I think I was 9 years old when I first wrote it on my to-do list and ever since then I’ve been pretty damn determined to make it happen.

Whilst there’s a lot to be said for what St. Andrews is missing, (clothes shops, a Maccie Ds, a nightclub?) the little town with three streets has a lot to offer.

From the historic buildings of the University to the crazy traditions, I wonder if next year when I wake up on May 1st I’ll be a tiny bit sad I’m not running into the North Sea at sunrise. Or if when I see the pictures of the Raisin foam fight I’ll remember the burn of getting shaving foam in both my eyes and mouth.

What St. Andrews may lack in terms of a nightclub it certainly makes up for in the balls and events on offer, mostly led by fellow students. Getting dressed in black tie and bussing across town to a big empty barn that has been decorated for the occasion certainly will always be a sentimental memory even if I have very little memories of the events themselves.

Of course, some of my St. Andrews loves I will find again in London. I’ll join a new netball team, find a new favourite takeaway (although nothing will ever beat Maisha’s £6.95 student offer) and make a whole host of new friends (I hope…). However the East Fife coast will always have a place in my heart for so many reasons. Of course it’s also where I met Ed which makes it extra special. They do say you either leave St. Andrews an alcoholic or married…

Do you still have a soft spot for the place you went to University? Let me know in the comments!