amy_black_fivethings

1. My diary
Or to be more exact, diaries – all ten of them. Each commentating on the daily struggles of my teenage angst years and early 20’s, when I was desperately trying to figure out how to navigate life while living with diabetes and discovering that actually, it’s better to be different than to blend into the crowd. My diaries document some of my most treasured memories and I like to think that when i’m old and starting to forget peoples names, I can read them and remember who I was “back then”.

2. My talent for singing
What people close to me know is that I am an introvert. I can be shy and easily intimidated by crowds and public speaking.
But what they don’t know, is that I have a pretty damn powerful voice that can fill an empty hall and drown out a crowd of extroverts no problem. I have a talent for singing, but most people have never heard me. When I’m alone in the shower, in the car, or in the house, i sing my heart out while secretly wishing I made something more of this talent I have, yet was always too embarrassed to share.

3. My memory boxes
Under my bed I have numerous shoe boxes filled with hand written letters, cards, photographs, boarding passes and cinema tickets. I even have Pokemon stickers which i collected when I was ten years old. I hardly ever open the boxes to peep inside, but without them I would feel lost. In reality they are pointless bits and bobs of rubbish that mean nothing to others, but everything to me.

4. My family (including the dog)
As I get older and more independent, I have learned to appreciate my family so much more and am truly grateful for all they have done for me. I treasure the moments with my beloved family more than ever and all i want to do in life is to make them proud of me and know how much I love them all.

5. Italy
Italy encompasses everything I am passionate about – art, culture, history, fashion (it’s shaped as a boot for gods sake!), good food and endless romance. If it’s possible to fall in love with a country, then Italy is it. One time I sat on the stone bleachers in the Verona ampithetre to watch a performance of La Travita and was so mesmerised by the opera singers and the unique setting it brought me to tears (the ticket of this performance is in one of my memory boxes!). It’s one of my life goals to go back there and watch it all over again and fall even deeper in love with Italy.