I am anything but an ordinary twenty-something. For starters, I hate clubbing, dance music and staying up all night. If I have the house to myself for a weekend, I’ll go crazy with a takeaway and a Miss Marple boxset before a good long bubble bath and still be in bed at a reasonable hour. I find myself becoming more and more interested in things like church architecture. I have a sneaky suspicion I’m actually middle-aged.
As well as this imbalance between looking like a young teenager (which comes in handy when you put your hair in pigtails so you don’t have to pay full price on public transport) and having the mental age of 57, I also seem to get myself into random situations without realising.
For most of my life, I’ve been dealing with health problems. One of which is kind of a big deal. I have endometriosis, which is some ways adds to the ‘old head on young shoulders’ thing I’ve got going on. My life is far from ordinary. From my wardrobe to my two purses (one for money and one for pills) endo is a big part of my life. But it is only a part. And like the Rubik’s cube, there are many different combinations of all the aspects of my personality.
My one true love (apart from Benedict Cumberbatch) is history. And as all historians know, sources are everything. Archives are like our opium dens, full of treasure and that buzz of discovery. So, I thought, I’ll leave my sources, my own little stories and experiences. It might help make things a little clearer in my muddled wee head (in the same way the Pensieve helps Dumbledore) and it might just distract me from the unfortunate happenings of my life.