One of the things I often find myself telling people is that yes, I was born and I grew up in Essex. This gives me a pretty good standing to say that I am an ‘Essex girl’ – but I hugely disagree with the stereotype this this term propagates. Yes I was born and raised in Essex – but I’m not interested in fake tan, massively inflated boobs or hair, fake eyelashes or a va-jazzle. In fact, if you saw it on The Only Way Is Essex, it probably doesn’t really happen in Essex.
Anyway – whether I agree with the fake lifestyles portrayed by that stupid TV program or not, the fact of the matter is that I am from Essex, and my family remain down there. This means that around every six weeks or so, I get a little homesick and fed up of Edinburgh, and usually make my way down south for some downtime with my family. It usually goes like this: go to the airport after work on Friday, fly home – spend Friday night drinking wine and catching up with my mum and the stepfather, sleep in on Saturday, then go to see father and his wife, come back Saturday evening to more drinking with the mother and brother, sleep in Sunday, eat a massive roast dinner, drink some wine, then fly back on Monday or Tuesday.
Now, there are many benefits of going home for a weekend (including free food, free heating, free booze and cuddles from my mum) but I can’t deny that EVERY time I go home, I end up bringing something back with me. Sometimes it’s an outfit my mum bought for herself but decided against at the last minute. Sometimes it’s shoes I’ve stolen from my mum’s wardrobe. And sometimes it’s some nice new clothes from my favourite stores down south… This time round, I did quite well – take a look at my swag from this trip to Essex – and some other odd photos from my weekend!
As nice as it is to go down south, see the family and do some shopping – it’s so nice to be back up here with Stacey!