It was 5am. I was pulling myself out of bed really wanting to call a mental health day. Tired was an understatement. My whole body and mind was tired. But I had to be on a train at 6:15 so I didn't have any time to complain.

I got up; got dressed and left. My train was late and then got further delayed so my plans for breakfast were out the window. But I finally arrived.
Newcastle.
My old friend.
I've only been to Newcastle a few times but it hit me how important Newcastle was without even realising it.
I stepped off the train and immediately headed for the toilet. Proud that I remembered where they were since the last time I used them was over 3years ago.
I stumbled out to the street and I smiled for nothing had changed and it all seemed strangely familiar.

I was there with work and although I debated bailing after I'd signed in as I hate these things I pursued and at lunch took myself on a walk to the riverside to enjoy the view.
It was there I realised why I felt a sense of familiarity and warmness entering Newcastle.
Newcastle was the first trip I did with my mum when I was 14. It was the first place I ever ventured with friends alone when I was 15/16 and it was right next to where I was supposed to go to uni.
If my life had panned out the way 18year old lucy had planned I'd be in Newcastle lots. It would be like travelling to Leeds.
I let it all sink in as I thought about how different everything could be.
But instead I take the long trip home and feel excitement to take Johnny there and show him this wonderful city and introduce him to a wonderful friend who decides to live there(and spend Christmas like she's in the movie elf oh my god.) (hi Olivia)

Being in England is full of opportunities regarding travelling to Europe. So when it came to realising how much we work already, and how much we’re going to work in December it only seemed right to take a little holiday for a few days in November. Our first what British people love to talk about ‘proper holiday’ with the only plan being to relax and explore. No great adventure planned, no driving, no rushing. Just us and Amsterdam.
It only felt right blogging travel experiences again so this is post one with the thing everyone loves. The booking process.

I hate scrolling through countless sites finding a hotel and then doing the same with flights and trying to find reviews and good places and great locations. It’s not my favourite part despite the fact I love looking constantly. But ive always been a fan of bookings.com, its never let me down on my New Zealand adventures, and my soon to be Paris adventures but for some reason when searching for our holiday we steered away from my fave site.
We originally thought about going to malta and searched endless sites of last minute holidays for flights and hotels combined together in hopes the price would come down. Now although it wasn’t ridiculously expensive we threw in there the prospect of going to Amsterdam.

I searched and found Expedia which id watched endless adverts promoting Expedia so thought why not.

Popped in some dates for Amsterdam and the first image we saw I clicked, it was classed as a rare find and the décor of the hotel got us both instantly excited. Within a few minutes we were wanting to click book and go there immediately, but ofcourse you cant judge a book by its cover and we had to do more research on location, perfect, reviews, perfect, and prices, again; perfect. It seemed too good. So I searched a little more just to check we weren’t jumping straight into something that we would later regret.
But within the minutes we decided there wasn’t anywhere that would please us as much as Room Mate Aitana. The prices with flights were better than expected and for a nicer hotel at a cheaper price and being able to upgrade to an executive suite with no spare to us. Its safe to say I don’t think ill be deleting the expedia app anytime soon.

Ill let you know how the hotel is in real life when I find out.

Fingers crossed it meets expectations.

Pokemon go-

Dating a Pokemon lover started months before Pokemon go came out. It came two months into our relationship; he turned 21 and a present to himself was a 3DS so he could play the new Pokemon game. Since then it's been hunts in every game shop to try find rare/old Pokemon games for his ds at a ridiculously cheap price.

It wasn't anything I didn't enjoy. Much to the fact I was the one who messaged him about Pokemon Go being out before he downloaded it.

Now I see a lot of stick about gamers playing Pokemon go constantly. To that I say stop.

I've always known my boyfriend is a gamer; and I throughly enjoy the fact he plays Pokemon go. Before on our days off he would play a lot of League of legend, a game that requires you to sit inside at a computer for hours.
Now he suggests us going outside and to parks and on adventures so he can catch them all and we can also spend time together.

I don't think until you understand the full concept of a gamer; you can fully understand the concept of the effects that Pokemon go has created.

Just food for thought next time you post that Facebook status claiming everyone who plays it has no life and is a looser.

Let them go outside, let them spend time with there friends catching invisible creatures. Sure in a month the app might be sitting alongside their compass app. But for now, let them enjoy the hype, and hunt for squirtles. Just like you enjoy the hype of tv shows and films and do cosplay. Let them have this moment.