Well hello there, here I am, in my new blog! I'm sure no one on here will actually remember the epic fail of several of my other blogs (it was a something I created with a girl friend where we set up to review all of Oxford, with no money to actually eat out or stay anywhere...epic fail!) Anywho, after spending all my student loan on Jager bombs, here I am, three+ years later, trying again and its simply because I class myself as a blogger/creator/oversharer on my Instagram and I ought to really have some actual depth behind what I'm posting.
Where to start is hard because some of you probably know me IRL but actually most probably have no idea who I am! Truth be told, I'm an odd mix of things, a foodie that was the fussiest child in existence and a young soul whose been thrust into motherhood age 25 (don't come @ me teen moms, you had 9 months to prepare, I basically went from Jager bombs to soft play in 6 months). Lets start at around 18, when I had absolutely zero idea what I wanted to be and was far more interested in making money to bother about uni. I worked for a woman called Heather, a scot, who scared the living daylight out of me, but whom I also respected massively. She saw something in me and convinced my talkative 18 year old self into applying hospitality schools. After a day trip to Oxford Brookes, I was in, and in September 2012 I packed my bags and moved into halls of residence just outside the city centre.
I partied, like most students do, I made some incredible friends from all over the world, I met my best friends and sisters for life. I loved uni and grew from that annoying know-it-all fresher into someone who might actually make it in this crazy but rewarding hospitality industry. I also had hard times and low times, and heart-break, again like most of us go through. I dealt with it all in my own way, as per, buying myself a kitten after my on-again-off-again boyfriend finished with me (the first time!) in November 2015. Milo is still very much the love of my life, and I cant wait till he can move back in with us in our forever home. Lets fast forward to graduation in 2017 (a year later than planned due to a placement year in London, followed by some horrendous exam results around my Grandpa's death meant I had to redo a year). I again, dealt with this family loss in my own way, booking a one-way ticket to Thailand days after the funeral and escaped the world for a month, something that worried my mother sick at the time, but that I knew was the very best thing for me. Asia is my happy place, and you really cant beat that fresh off a plane feeling, can you?
After what felt like 76249 years at uni, I finally graduated in September 2017, the year my best friend married the love of her life, and I subsequently finished with former mentioned on-again-off-again for good. Shortly after I secured a job The Fish Hotel in Broadway, Worcestershire. I worked there as a receptionist, and fell in love with the Cotswolds. I had heard of the estate as it was a stones throw away from Oxford, and friends had visited the hotel and its sister properties Dormy House and Foxhill Manor - both of which I also ended up working at for a bit. As I was fresh out of money after burning through my student loan, I took up residence in the estates' staff accommodation, which was rather like being back in halls.
One evening on my way out for drinks with a friend from Oxford who had come to visit me, I bumped into a rather gorgeous young Welshman in the kitchen, he had a rather funny name... and of course the rest is history. Malachai and I got together in December of 2017, we moved in together in March 2018, right in the middle of "the beast from the East" snow storm. The same month, after a rather rocky re-launch of The Fish, I decided that my time there was up, and fortuitously a position at the stunning Barnsley House just outside of Cirencester had come up. So in April 2018 I joined the Potager restaurant team, employed as a trainee manager, with a view to moving up from there, and GIRL did I thrive with the proper training and development! With the guidance of an ex-nightclub manager and the wise wisdom of an eccentric Italian manager, or two I became part of the furniture here at Barnsley House, where I sit currently writing this.
I think that's enough rambling for this first blog post, but do stay tuned as I'm determined to keep this one alive!
Thanks for reading and see you soon,
Amelia x
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