Update in Florida

Hello Strangers!

It’s been a few months since I last blogged. I’ve been pretty ill and tired and now I’m in Florida!

I’ve been in Florida since the 16th of September so exactly three weeks now. I came here with my Mum for some rest for 2 months and to get away from everything back home. My Dad’s here now for two weeks too.

I’ve been pretty busy here so I wondered if there was anything anyone would like me to tell them about or tips and advice or reviews on anything?

It’s been tough recently and there’s been some big changes to my life personally. I’ve also had problems with certain people and there negative comments about my illness too. I just can’t understand why people could be so rude and want to hurt someone like that. How can you not think in your head that you wouldn’t like it if you were in this situation?

It’s been so good to get away from people like that and just have a rest without feeling neighbours or strangers are thinking I’m lazy or not even ill. Also I get to see new Once Upon A Time when its out on a Sunday and new Big Bang Theory on a Monday. Any other 22 year olds would want a holiday in Ibiza drinking until they fall but I must prefer an adrenaline rush on a rollercoaster and being a big kid in theme parks.

Hopefully whilst I’m here I’ll be doing some new things too. I’m going to write like a weekly diary blog on Sundays and I’ll post about these first three weeks before.

Sorry this isn’t much, it’s just a little update and there’ll be lots more posts and pictures from now.

Also a new layout soon!

Take care,

Natasha Jade

xoxo

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