G’day Australia…

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I’d always planned on making my next blogging debut whilst I was on my travels however I’ve spent the majority of the past couple weeks too overwhelmed by the magic that is my life to stop and really document it. Never have I been one to live in the moment, I’m a sentimentalist and I appreciate scraps and images to remember my best days by. But when you’re surrounded by sites and landmarks you’ve only ever seen in pictures or movies, only ever contemplated as an unrealistic dream, there isn’t time to waste. No time to pick up your camera and experience it at a distance yet again, no time to miss out on socialising on the beach at night to jot down everything in your travel journal. So many of the travellers I’ve come across so far have taken a chilled afternoon on their busy itinerary to scribble down haphazard notes from weeks gone by. But I need to make an effort because all of this living is going to inspire, console and have me smiling in reminiscent bliss when I’m at my worst in the future.

So yeah I’m in Australia! and it is every bit as warm and sunny as I imagined. The harbour, the bridge, the botanical gardens, the art gallery, the beaches experiencing all of this has seemed like a hazy trance so far. I look back over the past couple weeks in awe because I’ve done more exciting things in those weeks than I did in the whole of last year, maybe even the whole of the last three years. I’m hoping to use this as a platform to share all of my future experiences, travelling and then hopefully living and working over here. If I can inspire just one other lost soul to take the leap and hop on the next possible flight I’d be over the moon.

What keeps me awake at night?

Sometimes I’ll be laying in bed trying my hardest to drift off to sleep but I’ll be held captive in the waking world by troublesome butterflies dancing in my tummy. This is the time when I’ll think of the world in scale to tiny insignificant me, alive and bustling in every corner. Right now it’s 1:36 am UK time but it’s not time for sleeping everywhere and I shiver at thought of how much I’m missing out on. How many writers are typing at keyboards and scratching with pens, full focus on projects so far from finished, giving up sleep to work on a masterpiece that will never be read, or understood, or given the prize it’s effort deserves? How many road trips are in full flow, a rickety truck on desert roads, classic rock blaring, sun radiating a soulful energy only accessible miles from expecting civilisation? And how many are surfing through candy floss clouds, lost in unsettled, frustrated, expecting excitements, a specific sub category of the emotion only evoked on a plane ride to some raw, unexplored destination? How many lovers are reunited, families laughing around tables, kids opening surprises? How many bodies on beaches, splitting through waves, manning boats and jumping off of cliffs? And not to mention the drunk dancers, bedroom ravers, gig goers buzzing, melodies conducted, underground poetry, paintings evolving, artists inspired? Then under all the obvious, how many smiles at strangers? Hugs? all of the hugs! And perhaps the most envious of all, how many settled minds lost in blissful slumber? And all of this from other insignificant me’s just trying to find some living amongst all of this fear and terror. And it’s funny that these thoughts of strangers keep me awake wanting, impatient, invigorated, wishing but mostly they keep me awake in awe that we as humans manage any semblance of happiness when our world is torn apart and the only news is bad news. Funny to be kept from sleeping by positive energy. And it’s in these midnight imaginings of people and places unknown that keep me sane, keep me hoping and reaching and living.