Unusual childhood ambitions
I wanted to do architecture since I was about four years old – I was a weird child that didn’t want to be a fairy, but wanted to be an architect.
Ever since I was young, my family and I have been going to Italy. When you are overwhelmed at an early age by the most beautiful 16th century Italian baroque architecture, it is no great surprise that I developed a romantic appreciation for buildings.
In year 11 I had a bit of an ‘early-life crisis’ where I panicked and suddenly wondered if it was bad that I had always wanted to do this one thing and was so focused on being an architect – what if I don’t like it or it’s not for me? What then?
I started considering some slightly different options, more as a healthy alternative than a contingency. I looked into engineering in the army and a couple other possible avenues. Upon reflection though, I was always driven by the idea of being an architect and decided to apply for BA (Hons) Architecture courses.
My first real taste of the campus and the city of Plymouth was on an applicant day, once I had received my offer. It sounds like a cliché but when I came I fell in love with the place. It was a sunny day and I was lugging my portfolio around in a large folder – straight away I felt so welcomed on campus with a friendly Student Ambassador offering to show me to where I needed to be and carry my portfolio for me.
When we got to the architecture studio I was instinctively warmed by my first impressions and the positive feeling that the experience gave me. My applicant day was the last step that sold this city and university as the best study destination for me. I used to live in a seaside town called Rye, in East Sussex. This sentimental connection to the sea might have also played a part in pulling me towards Plymouth.