It's Thursday night, I've almost completed my first week of The Grown up World of Work. I've officially done it- moved to the other end of the country on my own to start my career. Except, I've learnt that the reality is quite different from how it looks in writing.
Throughout school, the thought of one day doing exactly what I'm now doing pulled me out of bed on those cold, early mornings to face double maths. The day that I could move somewhere lovely and get an exciting job has always been motivating.
It's not that Cornwall isn't lovely, or that the job isn't exciting. It's the reluctant realisation that everything seems more glamorous from the inside of the imagination. Take Harry Potter - in my imagination, it was amazing. On the big screen, not so much. Of course, my imagination doesn't register that the grown up world means taxes, tiredness or more tax. I guess the imagination retains a sense of naive hopefulness, whereas the big bad world knows no such thing.
Looking back, most things in life seem better in the anticipating. It's not that real life isn't great, it's just that my thoughts know no bounds, and often set me up for disappointment before I've even realised. It's made me wonder- will imagination always out-do real life?Venturing into unknown territory always stimulates the imagination - it's impossible to go somewhere new without first conjuring it up in your mind. Before going to Paris earlier this year, I built up an image of it in my mind, obviously based on the fact that it's often called the most beautiful city in the world. Of course, I was disappointed.
So far, my Cornish adventure has been amazing. Whilst I may have pictured it differently, I never could have predicted the delightful array of people I've encountered - and that's always the best bit.