Welcome to Stories of Sophie’s Life

Hello and welcome to my new blog. I have been meaning to do something like this for a while, but have never got round to it. Time, work and general life stuff seems to always get in the way. I can’t be sure it won’t again, but I am going to make a SOLID attempt at doing this.

A little about me…

I work as a journalist, so writing is my gig. That is part of the reason I have never got round to this. I write every day, all day. And I love it. But it’s hard to switch off from news gathering, serious reporting, to “look what I had for dinner, aren’t I a fabulous all round human” when most of the time I’m pretty knackered and just want to watch The Wire box set or Netflix to switch my brain off.

I moved to London in September. This was a big deal. I came for a job – finally getting a job I wanted in a place I really wanted to be! I’ve moved around a lot for jobs since I left uni, all with an aim of getting to the big city. London also represented something for my future, it was supposed to be a place where certain parts of my life finally caught up with where I thought they should have been. But, without going into too many details (another time, maybe), that side of things didn’t work out. So, I was suddenly in this big city, alone. And it was scary. London is the best place for meeting new people, but also the worst at the same time. It’s a very conflicting place. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it can be so damn lonely.

I love to cook (yea, don’t we all these days?). I’ve been cooking since I was a little kid. Always helping my parents out in the kitchen, and then helping with dinner when I was able to do proper things like chop stuff up and reach the hob. And this has developed over the years and I am pretty damn good now (even if I say so myself!)! Cooking a meal gives me so much pleasure, and I love cooking for others.

On the back of that – I love eating. I eat too much. Wherever I go, whoever I meet, I get this reputation as a glutton fairly swiftly! Fortunately, my body seems to not want to get as obese as I think my stomach would let it. I don’t care if I’m a bit curvy. I love food too much. Although, I should probably get a bit fitter, I’m closer to 30 than I would like and I’m not sure how much longer I can get away with eating like a did when I was a skinny 15 year old.

I’m probably a bit too sarcastic for my own good. I blame my mother. Soz mum.

I wish I could travel more. I have been to some wonderful places in my life and I know how lucky I am to have been able to do that. But no matter where I go, even if it is just a new place in the UK or the other side of the world, I just want more! I feel like every time I come back from somewhere I am just that little bit more rounded and happy with my life. Travel is probably one of the most valuable experiences anyone can do. Just get out there and do it! It doesn’t have to cost the earth (trust me, I never have any money).

And I am aware I probably sound like everyone else out there. I don’t really expect to be any different and I’m not doing this for anyone other than myself.

This, for me, is more about recording my experience of London life and beyond. I hope I don’t bore people, or turn into one of those bloggers (you know the types I am talking about). I promise not to over share or post hundreds of selfies, instead I shall win you over with my wit and charm… 😉 and if all else fails, I’ll just bribe you with food.

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