International Stumblings of a Moneyless Idle

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Valencia to Nàquera to Valencia – Bicycle

Source: Valencia to Nàquera to Valencia – Bicycle



#Shropshire taken from #thewrekin #telford

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Hi I’m Jake,

I have longish brown curly hair, i’m between 5.7 and 5.8 in height and have a slim to what I like to think of as athletic physique. The reason I am describing how I look to you and not showing you a picture is because I would rather appear more as a character in this story then a true human being. Despite this story being mine and true I would rather you saw it within the glossier, fictional part of your brains imagination. Because let’s face it, that’s where all the best stuff is.

Anyway, a little more about Jake. As I write these words now I am 23 years of age, sitting under a duvet, on a chair, at a desk, in my underwear. It is currently March 2015 but my story starts in May 2014 when I was finishing my last of three years at Cornwall’s Falmouth University. I am originally however from Shropshire where I had spent the first 19 years of my life in the same house in the large but relatively boring town of Telford. That isn’t to say that I was a small town boy who had never strayed further then the end of his street, but as I approached my 19th birthday, I was a boy looking for a big change in his life.

I will always look back on my time at university warmly and perhaps in a stress free, live the easy life kinda way I guess they are the best years of my life. I wouldn’t say I had the sex, drugs and rock n roll kinda experience, even though each of those elements made an appearance, but what I can say is that most of my university life was based around fun and not work. That said, I hadn’t wholly abandoned the idea of journalism, I just didn’t really care that much if I never did it again.

As the end of my degree loomed closer their are three things you should know about my situation: 1. I had no idea about what I wanted to do but I was fairly sure I wanted to leave the country.

2. If I went abroad, I don’t know why, but I wanted to either go alone or with this one person who I was relatively certain didn’t want me to go with them.

3. That person was a girl who I was seeing, sort-of unofficially although it had been a little official for the last two months, but make no mistakes about its unofficiallity.

So, that’s me, or that was me in early 2014, ending one chapter and wholly unprepared for the next. But isn’t everyone at the end of their respective degrees.

#cornwall near #falmouth

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