18 is a special age as it’s essentially the age you start to be treated like an adult by the government – even if that’s not how you’re treated at home. I brought in my 18th in a bar alongside all my closest friends, hosting a joint birthday party with a friend who was also turning 18. When I was 18 I got my drivers’ license, finished school and graduated onto uni, moved out of the home and into central London, went on my first girl’s holiday to Turkey, and essentially started travelling down a road of really discovering myself and the type of person I wanted to be – something I’m still doing now at 22. I can’t believe four years have flown by so quickly… and if I was to go back in time, there are a few things I would tell my 18 year old self.
I always find that in the summer time I end up shopping way more than any other time of the year. And this is primarily due to last-minute shopping when it comes to holidays: sandals, bikinis, shorts, sunglasses, cover-ups – as the weather is typically less than impressive in the U.K. there is never really a reason to purchase any of these things, hence I find myself in a disorganised panic a few days before jetting off trying to find whatever I can, wherever I can.