For my birthday this year, my boyfriend and I visited Paradise Wildlife Park for the afternoon. Although somewhere I’ve been more times than I could count, I always enjoy going to Paradise because for me, it’s a form of nostalgia. It’s a place my parents used to take me when was I very little and although obviously it’s been updated a lot over the years, the majority of the format of the park is the same. It’s cute and quaint and a lovely day out – so although it wasn’t an extravagant birthday (just a zoo and a Dominos!) I really enjoyed it and wanted to share some photos and a little bit about the park with you today!
The last time I whacked out a last-minute post in less than 20 minutes, it actually did really well and that’s what I’ve found myself doing again now. In the shower I was reflecting on my September and how busy, hectic, draining, emotional and happy it’s been all rolled into one. I never, ever do monthly round ups anymore (just solely because I’m lazy and never really do enough in am month to warrant one) but I wanted to for this month because… I dunno, I feel like it was an important month in a lot of ways. So excuse the quickly and poorly written blog post but here’s a quick round up of everything that’s happened in September.
As I’ve said time and time again I bloody love buying gifts for people. It’s one of my absolute favourite things to do and I love it when someone’s birthday or Christmas is coming up because I know I can spend hours and hours browsing and researching and brainstorming ideas for their gifts. I always try and go for something personal or personalized. Something that is a bit unique and different which will mean something to them. Of course I’ll also add in little bit and pieces which I know they will like but the main bulk of presents I buy are often personalized or something along those lines.
I was 25 on 4th September. You probably already knew that from my endless tweets over the past month where I’m fretting and panicking about getting older and the fact that turning 25 felt like such a huge, scary and daunting milestone for me. Well, it’s one that inevitably happened (I’m writing this in August and it feels weird to say inevitably because it’s not inevitable because I could very well die before I turn 25 and wow this post turned super morbid very quickly) – I’m 25 now and I’m still fretting and still panicking and still wondering when (if ever) I’ll start to feel like an adult. I’ve been thinking about things from a 25 year olds newly found perspective and here’s my list of things 25 year olds (myself included) should definitely be doing now.
Despite the fact I might not like my birthday very much and that 25 seems to be this big ol’ daunting year for me, I do love a birthday gift haul. I love reading them myself because I’m nosy and love to see why other people got for the birthdays and the kinda stuff they like. I also love writing them myself and taking photos of my presents as it gives me a chance to reflect and be grateful all over again for the gifts I received for my birthday. So here’s my 25th birthday gift haul!
I’ll start with a selection of gifts which I actually asked for. Despite being 25 now, my mum still goes “all-out” on my birthday even though I tell her not to spend a lot of money on me. So this year I had in mind a few items which I really wanted that I knew she could get me which wouldn’t break the bank. (Also, sorry about the not-too-brilliant photos, I still haven’t got the hang of this picture taking lark).
Well… that’s a scary thing to say, isn’t it? Although I wrote a post about why I didn’t particularly like my birthday back in July, here I am on my birthday writing a blog post! Oh yeah… it’s my birthday today. I’m 25. Officially a quarter of an entire century old. And quite frankly… I’m freaking the F out.
This is going to sound like a super weird post and I bet you’re probably all thinking, “wth jenny?” at the title. It’s not clickbait, I 100% mean it, I don’t like my own birthday. I mean obviously when I was younger in Primary School and had swimming parties and McDonalds parties and bouncy castles and the works, birthdays rocked. I wanted it to be my birthday every day! Actually tell a lie, I didn’t, I would always get overwhelmed with all the people and just want a quiet half an hour to myself but you get my gist. Birthday’s were brilliant. Friends, cake, food, presents, balloons, parties. But as I got older, I had a huge change of heart. I distinctly remember spending the first few hours of my 16th birthday in bed crying. So here’s a super sad list of reasons why I don’t really like my own birthday…
I absolutely love other people’s birthdays. I hate my own but someone else’s, I am all down for spoiling them, making a fuss of them, presents, cakes, balloons, decorations – you name it, I’ll go all out for someone else. I just love someone knowing that it’s all about them for that one day and it’s never a bad thing to show someone how special they are! It was my boyfriend’s 29th birthday at the beginning of the month and I wanted to do just that this year because I knew how much he was dreading turning 29. So I wanted to share a bit of it with you as well!
I love cake. I mean, who doesn’t? Cake is the best. You know what’s even cooler than simply a cake? A cake that comes straight through your letterbox! I wasn’t convinced anyone could create a product so perfect that you could literally get cake delivered to your door and you wouldn’t have to get up out of bed to receive it. How wrong was I? Baker Days offer just that; the infamous letterbox cake. And it literally is what it says on the tin. And what’s in the tin is oh so yummy…
If you’re my Twitter friend, you may have noticed that I like Formula 1… A little bit. Okay, a lot. I recently wrote about my first ever Formula 1 experience at the Silverstone mid-season test in August and this month the Formula 1 experiences continued when I made my first ever visit to the Donington Park Formula 1 museum in Derby. This was a belated birthday present from my parents, who kindly paid for my boyfriend and I to stay overnight near the museum and obviously visit the museum itself. I would be super cliché and say I didn’t know what to expect but of course I did know what to expect… Cars. A lot of them.