Holly is someone named so because her mother preferred shorter names that no-one could change. So unlike the James’s of this world, I wouldn’t have ten names, Jim, Jam, Jimmy.
I’ll admit, I’m with my mother on this one. I’ll always just be Holly, therefore never being anything else other than who I am.
Is it true that goldfish stuck in a bowl that’s too small prevents their growth? Or that if you wrap up Chinese peoples feet at the end then they don’t grow? Because, if any of these are proven scientifically then, I think I have my answer to why I should become a Padi instructor. I mean, surely the ocean is the biggest fish tank we could get? Therefore sticking to the fact that, if you get me in that sea, then I will grow. (Metaphorically speaking of course, I’m not going to land you with a GIANT female and take off to pursue my career in personal appearances.. Loyalty!)
Once upon a time, completing a Performance Degree, then falling into a standard day job, and wandering through life with the self-assurance of a sea urchin without its spines.
Then one day boarding a Qantas flight to Australia and therefore changing my life. Now back home, booking other peoples holidays and sitting on a train home creating memories of other peoples travels.
I remember a moment of my traveling, when a friend came to visit. Whilst exploring the delights of another amazing country…these words left her lips, and I quote ‘I can’t wait to go home and just sit and watch TV again’. I nearly choked on my beans and sausage (I like children’s food). Did I hear that correctly? She had to be joking?
That’s the moment I replied with ‘If you ever hear that saying come out of my mouth, POKE ME IN THE EYE’
Last night I watched Jersey Shore, Gossip Girl and Blue Bloods (it’s my new favourite), I’ve been invited to Salsa tonight and I’m not going because Skins is on.
My facebook status on my 24th birthday was, ‘Holly Keeble is 24 years old, single, skint, can’t drive, living out the back of a campervan and with no job, but I couldn’t be happier’
Do you know how many likes that got? 74.
My facebook status on this year’s 25th birthday avoided saying much. Because the truth was, everyone was at work, so I went to Topshop alone, and had a McDonalds, and a table shared with a stranger. Don’t get me wrong, I went to roller disco and had a house party, so all was not lost.
But how can I be happy riding the train when I’ve hung out the back of a Tuk Tuk? Or visiting my home town Cleethorpes beach, when I’ve been to Whitsunday’s? Or being rained on in a Streatham Hill street, when I’ve been in a flood in New Zealand.
I’ve tasted life, and I need you to feed me.