A Rainy Day Ramble (2nd October 2025)

As I sit in a rainy coffee shop in Glasgow’s West End, I’ve been struggling to write something with any kind of structure. So here we are — me using this blog as a sort of journal entry for what’s been going on in my head.

Let’s start with the positives, shall we? The job is going well. I’ve got the hang of what’s expected of me and I’m feeling confident with all my duties. I’m also starting to make friends with my colleagues, which at the start felt like an impossible task. And — the cherry on top — I got paid yesterday, and it was more than expected. So on the job front, things are looking pretty good.

Alongside that, I’ve fingers crossed managed to get accommodation sorted for my time in London. It was, in one word, a scramble. With seven girls all trying to get a room, there were always going to be a few who fell to the wayside. Unfortunately, that ended up being me and two of the others. But it just means I might be moving to London a month earlier than expected. It gives me some free time to settle in and explore the area without the pressure of the 9–5 course — and honestly, I’m choosing to see that as a win.

In reality, it probably would’ve been pretty tough to find a flat that all seven of us were happy with anyway, and even then, it would’ve been even more of a scramble. So yes, I’m happy to have that box ticked.

Unfortunately, no luck on the placement yet. I’ve sent out a few feeler emails to see if anyone in my (limited) contact book knows someone who might take me, but if nothing comes up, I might have to start cold-calling news organisations in London. Surely one has to take me, right?

In other areas of life, I am tired. Really bloody tired. I don’t know if it’s working three shifts a week or just not having much else going on, but it’s been a struggle to get up in the mornings. That said, I can’t seem to sleep past 7:30am — which might sound good in theory, but it usually means an afternoon nap or an unreasonably early bedtime of 9pm. The other night I went to a friend’s birthday dinner and was yawning as I stayed out past 10pm. Thankfully, everyone else had to leave early too for their 9–5 jobs, so I didn’t feel too bad.

So yes, I have a place to live — but I’m still placement-less, exhausted, and, if I’m honest, a bit bored. Life feels very samey at the moment, and I think that’s part of why I’m so tired. But I’m on a mission to make this autumn a bit more fun and eventful. Hence me writing a blog in a café, romanticising the pouring rain outside. I’ve got a few things coming up that I’m looking forward to, and I’m really just trying to make the most of this quieter time.

Money has also been on my mind lately. I’ve decided to put away almost all of my café earnings into a savings pot for London — one I can’t touch — and live off my tips and whatever’s left of my old savings. As you can imagine, that money is dwindling fast. I’m finding it hard not to spend, or at least not to feel guilty when I do. That’s the crux of it — the guilt.

I think living at home is meant to be a time when you hardly spend anything, but how do you see your friends without spending something? If anyone figures that one out, let me know. In the meantime, I’ll continue to feel just a little bit guilty for spending £4 on a coffee or £6+ on a pint.

I guess I’m learning to be okay with the quiet parts of life — even when they feel a bit repetitive.

Hope you enjoyed this ramble.
Lots of love,
Rosie x