“It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.”
In a world where I have dreams of being the Carrie Bradshaw of Bath, the reality is more Bridget Jones-esque.
I essentially stumble through life trying very hard to look stylish and sound classy, witty and intelligent. But in actual reality, under the mask of my Vintage Rose Lipstick and tortoiseshell glasses, lies a confused and bumbling singleton, who finds solace in family sized bars of chocolate (not for sharing) and looking at houses I can’t afford on Rightmove.
I am trying to study journalism alongside a full time job, with hopes of one day working as a freelance travel writer and investigative journalist. Journalism for me isn’t all about catchy headlines, brutal content and acting as a wrecking ball in people’s lives. For me, journalism goes far beyond what every newspaper and reporter is writing about; I want to find the weird and the wonderful, the unexpected, the dark, the good, the unexplored, the feared, the misunderstood… and write about that.
On What Amy Did Next, you will find – Woe-is-me diary entries, detailing quite specifically the calamities of my existence, lists and advice, travel posts, what it’s really like being a single, mid-twenties woman living today’s world, and the odd fashion and food post thrown in for a touch of sanity.
Happy reading! (Probably not)