WonderLost

This is my face now...

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I'm half wondering if I've forgotten how to write all together. Unless you count taking coffee orders and venting in my diary as adequate writing experience then I've been somewhat lacking as of late and I think I owe my totally imaginary readers an explanation.

Since the 14th December 2015 I have been 10,780 miles away from my little seaside life in Cornwall, living it up/totally stumbling through life in Sydney, Australia. Vowing to leave all forms of publishing and journalistic thoughts behind until June 2016 when I supposedly return to my well mapped-out life on the yellow brick road to success and marriage and all that jazz.

When I started my travels I had absolutely no plan and no idea what I wanted to gain from my trip. I vowed never to hashtag "wonderlust" or "gap yarrr", learn how to surf and stay far away from men and their allure. Two out of three ain't bad.

Definitely don't fit the #wonderlust
streotype

So what's my life like now? I live in Newtown, a Bristol/Brighton-like suburb in inner west Sydney, where I also work as a waitress in a cafe that has a menu dedicated to bacon, South American coffee and blue denim with black and white striped uniforms. I eat at a vegan charity restaurant called Lentils is Everything where you pay what you can afford and I holiday in Bali and escape to Gerringong once a fortnight. I shop at Billabong and haven't blow dried my hair since my hair dryer (and the rest of my hand bag) was mugged from me during an eye-opening spell of fundraising nearly 2 months ago.

Bali was okay I guess....

I've made friends for life in the places I've traveled and collected all the weirdest and best kind of memories. I've been poor, I've been rich, I've almost been homeless a few times but I've always stumbled through it all, enjoying nearly every second. Wondering, lost, but happy.

Things I've learned include:

• Australia isn't actually that expensive, until you come back from Bali because everything there costs $3 max.
• It's a really fucking small world. Like really small. That person you don't want to bump into, will totally pop up at some point.
• Fuck making plans. I didn't even make plans and I still failed to achieve any of my original goals. Want to know how that's possible? Go travelling.
• Bladder infections are stupid.
• Make-up is stupid
• Owning more than 5 T-shirts, 2 pairs of shorts, two pairs of jeans, 3 bikini's, flip flops and trainers is stupid. No matter how much you want to raid all the surf shop sales. 
• Over dramatic people are an unnecessary drain on your energy resources. 
• It isn't always sunny in Australia. In fact, it rains A LOT in Sydney, and now it's nearly winter, it's bloody cold. I'm still figuring out who I can blame for this massive cover up of information. I think it's the media. Fucking irony.
• NEVER underestimate the significance of the avocado. Because they're everywhere, and there is no escaping them.

  

  I was always a foodie... 

What's next? 

I'm going back to Bali in May for 10 days of fun fun fun and going to New Zealand in June and Splendour in the Grass (festival in Byron, headliners include The Strokes and The Cure) in July and Perth in September. 

Hang on a minute? Wasn't I suppose to be 10,780 miles away in Cornwall in under 2 months? 

But how can someone leave this behind?

Whoops... 

Keep you posted from now on, I promise.

Peace Out!