The HPA is the governing body for polo in the UK and by signing up to be a member of a club as well as a member of the HPA, I’m basically on my own journey now to work towards my handicap, which is both exciting and terrifying! You can’t put a price on freedom though. I can’t quite explain the feeling I get when I ride and when I get to play or compete, but it’s worth every penny I spend and every drop I sweat. I’m very much looking forward to the Summer Nationals taking place in the first week of June, where I’ll be representing one of the squads for the University of London.
With work, uni and polo all moving along, life doesn’t stop either. I’m mostly happy and mostly healthy (work and uni stress aside), having finished some treatment at Ealing Hospital for the anxiety-related eating disorder that I was struggling with for a while. I’m now settled into my new place and new life with Patch (who I met at university, in case you didn’t catch that earlier) after my brief stint living in Northfields. Being back in Brentford (albeit not in Brentford Dock) is a relief as it’s just so convenient transport-wise or if I need to head out on my bicycle.
We’re in a 2-bedroom split-level flat that’s more like a house, really (and certainly the biggest place I’ve ever lived with since moving out of my parents’ house). Living with someone new is a bit of a learning curve, but life’s all about adapting and compromising when you’re sharing your life and space with another person and I am very grateful that I get a lot of freedom when it comes to the space because Patch wants it to be my home as well as our home, which is kind of a first for me really (previous partners have not been as kind about this).
I figured there was only so much sitting around on the sofa I could do, especially if/when I need to work from home or do stuff for university. I was also conscious about taking up space anywhere with a desk, taking up space in the living room (where I’ve been on the sofa) and taking up space in the spare room: