So I feel as though maybe I should introduce myself a little more. Here you all are reading about me and I don’t feel as though you know me well enough.

So here goes…

My name is Anastassier Hart-Parker.

I was born on 30th June 1995 in a city I left behind long ago.

I have one younger brother, currently aged 17 whom I am very close to and means the world to me.

You could say I had an idyllic and privileged childhood. I grew up between houses in the Cotswolds and London.

I went to a small girls boarding school in Lincolnshire and it truly was the best five years of my life. For A Level I took Biology, Chemistry, History and Psychology before eventually deciding to pursue a degree in Psychology.

I knew there was never any other place for me to go to uni than London. I mean, I considered other places but to me this city is just magical. I adore the hustle and bustle of central but then 20 minutes later you can be surrounded by the tranquillity of Richmond Park – a place that will forever be special to me.

I left school in 2013 after gaining a place at a wonderful London university. However, I didn’t take this place up right away. I felt it wasn’t necessarily for me at that time in my life and that maybe there were other things I needed to do first before I committed myself to three years studying one subject. Here I was more or less dedicating my life to one path and I wasn’t even certain of it. Continue reading

Lifestyle, University

Is University really the right choice for me?

via Dear Diary.. | We Need To Live More.

Ella is right – we need to live more. What am I achieving living in this suburban corner of London for three years, studying for a degree in a subject I am not sure I even want to pursue. To be a psychologist, you need to be a listener and even though I can listen, I don’t think that is my dream job. I am more of a do-er, a talker, I want to be out there having an adventure and travelling. Although I believe this, I could never quit uni. I feel after my parents invested so much in my schooling I at least owe them this.

Some of you may know that I took a ‘Gap Year’, I worked 4 jobs and travelled. I worked in a bar, a restaurant, a nursery, as a nanny and as a Polo groom and the most important thing I took from this experience is that I want to be out there working and sometimes sitting in this small room I just don’t feel as if I am achieving it. There are so many more wonderful things I want to see and experience before settling down for a career and eventually a family. I don’t want to be stuck in the endless cycle of the 9-5 rat race, I want to be out there doing something amazing.

I have had some doubts about my course. Psychology is great but do I love it? People seem so passionate when talking about their courses. I did not decide to read Psychology until I took it up for A Level, so it’s not something I have been planning for a career in my whole life. I am good enough and I like it enough to get by. The one thing I dread though is failing – is this all that is keeping me working?

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Before making rash decisions I may regret, I will finish this first year of uni. If I am still feeling the same then I will know it is the right choice to leave but for now, this is the place for me.



When Mumma Came to Stay

I see myself as so so lucky to be able to count my Mum as my best friend; she is the one person I can tell everything to and since moving to London I missed her dreadfully…! I know she isn’t far away – just a two hour trip away  and of course I have seen her since I have been here, but this weekend was the first time she has been to visit me here since dropping me off with all my possessions way back in September.

I went all out for this visit. It was weird; even though it was just my Mum visiting and if anyone knows how untidy I am it will be her, I felt as if I should prove to her that I was able to cope living away from home. I did all my washing, hoovered and polished and even bleached my en suite!

Mum was due to arrive Saturday lunchtime and by bedtime Friday I was SO excited to see her! She arrived into Kings Cross about 12pm and I surprised her at the station to help carry her bags (such a good daughter!). From there it was straight back to my flat for a cup of tea and a catch up on the past weeks. Continue reading


Forty Days

I have officially been living in London for 40 days. It still amazes me that just under eight weeks ago I had never met the seven crazy and wonderful girls live with. When I first found out it was to be an all girls flat I was a little apprehensive; having attended an all girls school, I know only too well how quickly one small problem can escalate to a full blown row ruining bonds forever. And, especially living together in such a confined space (literally eight bedrooms and a kitchen / dining room / sitting room / general tiny social area off one hallway) I didn’t think everyone would gel so quickly.

Admittedly, there are times when it all gets too much, a little claustrophobic. But then living in the third largest city in Europe there is always something exciting happening, somewhere to go and someone to see. But I feel so lucky to have them and I feel that even though I haven’t known them long that they would be there if ever I needed any advice.

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