As my closer friends know, my family and maybe more specifically me, don't sit still for long. Born in Kent, moving to Bristol aged 4, then to Somerset aged 7 (two different house moves here), a holiday home in the Lake District
throughout my childhood, back to Bristol aged 15, off to boarding college at
16-18, then three different students homes during my degree at Bath and now Ive migrated up 'Norf (fine, the 'East Midlands') to Loughborough, or as my Southern friends call it "Luffy B". This constant change throughout my life has meant numerous schools as well, I think - 7 schools in total
excluding college and university. Its safe to say, I am fairly well acquainted with change, being picked up from one place and popped down in another - I will always and forever be, the 'new girl'.
When I tell people about my far from rooted lifestyle, they assume my Dad must be in the forces - but no, Dads an accountant and mums a lawyer, no excuse for such fidgety behaviour. Before I go further - I might add that this constant
changing is not due to multiple job firings on my parents behalf, nor is it due to multiple expulsions on mine or my younger sisters behalf, its just the way it is.
The bulk of my childhood 7-15 was spent in the country, within the 300 acre grounds of the school my Dad was bursar at. Similar in ways to Millfield, this school was a playground for my sister and I. We had riding stables in front of our house, paddocks behind, fields and sports facilities to keep ourselves occupied. Naturally, the horse craze started with this move, and this was what prompted my passion for riding, and, consequently led me to Modern Pentathlon, a sport that without, I would have never considered Triathlon. The move to the city when I was 16-ish was a big shock after this picturesque playground we left behind in the Mendips. It caused tensions within the family, and maybe through my "teenage years" it was the one move out of all of them - I resented my parents for. This move also came half way through my GCSE's, so exam board changes meant a huge amount of coursework was redone, a house move and a new group of friends to be made.
College at Hartpury in Gloucester where Pentathlon kicked off- which then as a lottery funded athlete, led me into Bath for three years, I never ventured far from where Mum and Dad were (not out of choice - just luck!!). Now as you may know i'm up in Loughborough, training full time as a triathlete, a decision I made during final year at Bath. I knew Loughborough was one of the top places to be for Triathlon, and I was determined to get in. I've no idea how long i'll be here, my place on the performance squad will depend fully on performance during the 2014 season, so who knows where i'll be next!
My good friend Chris, from Bristol, picked up on certain things I said such as, "Im going back to the house in Bath this week" or "Im going to my parents house" and noticed I never used the word "home". He's quite right - I have no idea where home is, but I don't really mind. These changes have always brought new opportunities with them, new people, new friends and new lessons and I feel lucky to have been presented with all of them. The hardest thing for me is the constant friendship changes, its much easier said than done to maintain friendships when you move. But overall, there is not a change or decision I regret or resent my parents for, every move came with mine and my sisters interests at heart, and, I think they did a pretty good job.
P.S Little update - training is all going guuuuuurd!!! I'm loving life as a full time athlete - I've never spent so much time in bed!!! Back to Bristol for
Christmas in two weeks time which I am looking forward too, but plenty of
Christmas festivities here to enjoy first, the first one being the triathlon/cycling Christmas river boat cruise and carvery on Thursday!! I'll be
at home for Christmas and the New Year, before returning to Luff where things will really kick off as people realise we're on the home straight to the 2014 race season. Excitinggg!! My tan from two months in Lanzarote (yes, this picture was taken the day after I got back) - malnourished from English cafes clearly!) is fading, which is about the worst thing i've got going on right now so really, life is pretty damn good.