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Hi, I'm Lucy. I'm twenty-two years old, born and raised in the South East of England, just south of London. I have recently graduated from University and I am deep-diving into journalism, social media, editing, PR, communications and anything along those lines - still navigating the post-uni 'ahhhh what do I want to do with my life' crisis if you can't tell. I began this blog during the pandemic when I had a lot of thoughts but not a lot to do with them while we were in our summer holidays, but I have continued to use it as a platform to discuss the things I am passionate about or find interesting outside of University essays and work articles. This blog, alongside my full-time job and University studies, has proven to me that writing is one thing I always come back to and something I have always enjoyed.

I studied History and Media at Leeds Beckett University, which I enjoyed tremendously to the point where being given a new assignment was very exciting to me! I have always been passionate about History, and even after finishing my degree, I continue to read history books and learn. My goal in life is to know everything about any period in time that people mention - I'm not quite there yet...

In addition to History, I have also always had a huge interest in politics. Unfortunately, I fell out of love with it for a while as I had developed an apathetic mindset, and would find myself thinking about how we are all just slaves to the system and nothing we ever do unless we are Eton educated and part of the upper class 'boys club', will ever be able to make a difference to politics. After sulking around with a 'why bother' mindset for a few years, I realised that the world is a different place now. Most people get their news and opinions from social media now, and this means that even 'nobodies' like myself can get my opinion out there and ignite discussion on crucial topics that may not be discussed by our government or covered in newspapers. We are the future, and if we want any changes to the system it depends on us to talk about it, discuss it, and not stand for it. 

Aside from all of that, I do actually have a bit of fun as well. I enjoy fashion, thrifting, music (of ALL genres - my playlist goes from Country to Drill in just one skip), travel and of course hanging out with my friends. I am trying to save to travel to Southeast Asia and Australia after I finish my current internship, but admittedly struggling as I have a bit of a shopping addiction and can't say no to any plans, I am working on it I swear! This does sound a little like I'm doing a French speaking exam but I just thought it would be nice to introduce myself.

Anyway, I have rambled for too long. This blog is just a bit of fun, take everything I say and all of my opinions with a pinch of salt as I am no expert in anything. I am using it as more of a writing portfolio to look back on in the future or to show future employers some of my personal work that hasn't been published. Thank you for reading!


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