six months on, but still.

All these streets
are paved with gold
compared to those without;
not even a bus, or a train.
Dirt kicks up behind their bare feet
for miles and miles,
and the sun beats down harder on their backs
than we could imagine.
It’s not a state of mind, you know.

It felt like it helped,
collecting faces in that race
and being in the moment as it happened.
For at least
we were thinking,
and trying.
Going on from there, we’ll keep it up.
The thoughts, at least –
but what do they help from here?

You’re still crying those bloody tears
and sleeping on hard ground
while we’re listening to our music,
and complaining about the banality of it all.
Who are they
to decide what is needed?
People in far off countries:
it’s conscious for us,
but not for you.




Perhaps,
riding a bike to work
isn’t so bad, after all.

(I wrote this yesterday, it's a little behind.)

I know that surveys should be restricted to Myspace bulletins, but I (like this blogger) had writer's block, but felt the need to write. So this was my solution. I've also been working on a quite lengthy blog based on the question "What is your favourite thing in your bedroom?" - also from a rascally quiz. But here's this one for now.

What's your favourite children's book?

Anything by Enid Blyton. The BFG. Goosebumps. Animorphs. The Babysitter's Club. Sweet Valley High. The Disney books that come in hardcover.

What's your favourite type of cake?

Yes, it's weird, but I actually don't like cake very much. Sometimes I find myself saying "I want cake", even though I don't like the taste. Or the texture. Moreso the texture. That's how you know that a good percentage of what comes out of my mouth is total crap (for future reference). If I have to choose - cheesecake, or carrot cake.

What is the last song you listened to?

Probably something in my car, I haven't opened Windows Media Player yet today. Oh, I'm pretty sure it was Dashboard by Modest Mouse. It's still stuck in my head - but I don't care, it's a fabulous song. "Oh the dashboard melted but we still have the radio..."

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write it down here.

What I say can be heard, felt, seen and touched. It can be seen in my life.

(A book written by my uncle, John Wood. Truth: A Journal for Personal Transformation)

What are your three best qualities?

I hate questions like this, but in my humble opinion...confidence, honesty and appreciation. Tell me if you disagree. I don't really care, though.

Do you think you're a kind person?

No. Not deep down. Honesty mentioned above often comes out as incredibly blunt.

What colour is your toothbrush?

Don't know. Can't be bothered checking.

Who was your first TV crush?

Randy (Jonathan Taylor Thomas) from Home Improvement. What a hunk. Lol. I loved that show...I thought it was hilarious. How sad for me! In the end, Brad was a little bit hotter - when he got rid of the mullet. Poor bloke.

If you had to choose a celebrity couple to hang out with for the holidays, who would it be?
I honestly can not think of a celebrity couple for the life of me! I'm not particularly taken by celebrities...I admire some for their art, or their fashion sense, or their knack for helping the world with the fame, but I don't care to meet them. But, for the sake of this, (before they broke up) it would be Drew Barrymore and Fabrizio Moretti. Gorgeous and talented, the both of them.

What's your all-time favourite, most repeated movie quote?

I don't really repeat movie quotes in real life - I'm not one of those people. I find that the easily transitioned quotations are usually from stupid teenage 'comedies', which I avoid watching at all costs. Yes, I am a movie snob - I can't help being an anachronism.

If I could pull off quoting Mae West in real life, I most certainly would. I think she's brilliant! No one else can pull off the art of seduction like the queen. Some of my favourites:

"Anytime you got nothing to do - and lots of time to do it - come on up."

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I haven't tried before."

"Give a man a free hand and he'll run it all over you."

"I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them."

"I've been in more laps than a napkin."

AND the best of all:

"His mother should have thrown him out and kept the stork."

What was your least favourite class in school?

Business Studies. End of story.

What was the last thing that made you laugh uproariously?

I don't know...something with Alex, no doubt.

If you had to choose between a million bucks and the ability to fly, which would you choose?

Money. Flying would take energy.

Where were you when 9/11 happened?

Sleeping. But I remember waking up and it was all over the TV, and we watched it at school. It was the same day as our ballroom dancing competition. And my year 7 friend Ashley's birthday, also.

What do you do when vending machines steal your money?

Whinge loudly. And if I'm really hungry, I put more money in. Yes, I'm dumb.

Name three things you have on you at all times:

Pearl anklet, MPH band, Zeroseven string.

Can you change the oil on a car?

No. Do I even know what that means? No.

What did your last text message say?

"Haha love it! Remember if there's a vacancy you know who to call! Having a great time with the olds thanks...we have to get on the piss sometime soon Woody!" (my friend Michael from work.)

Do you like to cook?

Yes. Very very much. And I love cooking for Alex. Nothing makes me happier than chopping things together and kissing while it cooks and telling her off for eating all the mushrooms before I cook them.

What are you wearing?

Pink boxers with green frogs on them. The very same I walked around Kyoto in at 3am and got stared at by a million Japanese people. Good memories in these boxers :]

What's the last book you finished?

"The Tale of Murasaki" - better the second time around, for sure.

What fictional character is most like you?

Scarlett O'Hara.

I friggin' wish!

Do you like to dance?

Yes, but I don't do it well. And I think when I'm drunk it turns a little dirty. How embarrassing.

Peace out x

everyone deserves music.

Just a short blog...I've been thinking about how I go through stages of listening to a certain artist, or a certain playlist, for about a month - and then I'll find something new, and forget all about the songs I've loved! This is a bit depressing, so I've decided to document what I like in the present, as reference for the future.

At the moment, my playlist looks like so:

Angus and Julia Stone - Just a Boy
Such an amazing sibling duo. If you're from Australia and consider yourself a decent music fan, you must have heard them. This song is quite upbeat for them, and it's by far my favourite off the debut album (A Book Like This).
"No lonely hands grab my suitcase full of nothing
I don't know why, I don’t know why
You took me in gave me something to believe in
That big old smile is all you wore."


Brighten - Treasure Island
These guys have been one of my favourite bands for about the last two years. To the untrained ear you might think they're a tad emo, but their lyrics are always incredible. I'm surprised more people haven't heard of them - even Triple J hasn't caught on yet! But I have no doubt it will happen soon.
"Talk is cheap with your words honey,
I can smell your breath, and it smells like money (girl)
Did you ask for anything?"



Coheed and Cambria - Feathers
Another band who may sound emo, but the lead singer's voice is just so unique; I've honestly neer heard anything like it. This song is my favourite off the latest album (No World for Tomorrow), and I sing along to it in my car :]
"Hide your feathers near your back porch maybe
to open up to cry your sorry eyes."





Soft Tigers - Mr. Icecream
This song simply makes me laugh, which is never a bad thing! I can't wait to see it performed at Falls. I'm going to dance like a maniac...just for something different.


Something For Kate - The Futurist
An old song, but still a favourite of mine. Paul Dempsey's voice is just so passionate during the chorus, to the point where it strains, and you can tell he's singing about something he cares deeply for. That's definitely a sign of both an amazing musician and song.
(I honestly can't choose a favourite lyric from this song...every word is perfect. So instead, find them here and choose your own.)



The Wombats - Let's Dance to Joy Division
I don't know if I love this song simply because it references one of the greatest bands of all time, but it always puts a smile on my face. It makes me feel like having a jig and a beer and spinning in circles. It's got an awesome beat...bad in the car, because it makes me want to drive faster!
"Let's dance to Joy Division
and celebrate the irony
everything is going wrong
but we're so happy..."



Justice - D.A.N.C.E
I must admit, I am a reformed music snob. I used to diss dance/electro/techno shamelessly, without actually being properly informed. I'm still not a fan of techno, but I've definitely become quite fond of dance and a bit of electronica. This song is happy, and I love the fact that it features a children's choir.


Jose Vanders - Faces Going Places
This song completely and utterly reminds me of me - lol. I'm not alone though, Kristy concurred! I love nothing more than to watch people, and think about their lives, and that's exactly what this song encapsulates. The chorus is just perfect for my life at the moment...ugh. I can't wait to sleep on the streets of NYC.
"People say that I’m just being lazy
I’ve got the dreams, but don’t know where to go
You think if I could choose to live here
at the station I would?


Midnight Juggernauts – Tombstone
Another song that encourages my newfound love of dance music. A bit more electronica than anything; this song is super awesome. I can’t explain it, there’s just something about it. But I also can’t wait to see it performed at Falls! I’m going to go crazy.


Cajun Dance Party – Amylase
The first time I heard these British boys, I thought it was a new song by the Kooks. That’s probably why I fell in love…I’m a sucker for their crass accents.



Honourable mentions:

Jose Gonzalez – If you didn’t already know that this man is my God and saviour, then you don’t know me well enough.

Tegan and Sara – “The Con” simply makes my heart heave. I haven’t found a song of theirs that I don’t love yet.

Built to Spill – Simply because I put their music on Alex’s mp3 before she went away, and managed to convert her! Amazing songs. You’ll love them if you like Arcade Fire/Cursive/Pixies.


Sufjan Stevens – Always. Simple. And indie kids are meant to be ugly geeks – this man is just gorgeous!







Peace out x

nil.

I have absolutely no one to talk to right now.
She's so far away; I don't know where, or what she's doing, or what she's thinking.
I can't call her, or message her, or tell her how much I love her and miss her.

I haven't cried like this in a long time.

I didn't belong anywhere last night. I didn't want to be there without her.
I couldn't sleep for all the tears.

It's all too fucking much.

It hurts too fucking much.

a very happy unbirthday to me!

"why is a raven like a writing desk?"

So it's not entirely an 'unbirthday', but today has been an extremely good average day. Despite not seeing Alex, I'm feeling very positive about it...prompted by drunken love from her last night, and the knowledge that it's only a week to go!

A couple of days ago, I was surprised to find a POST office slip under the front door informing me that I had a package to collect from St Agnes. The fact that it was international puzzled me - I had no idea who it could be from! So, this morning, I trekked down to pick it up and was delighted beyond words to find that the amazing and always lovely Cassaundra had sent me a birthday parcel! Not only have I never received a package before, but it was totally unexpected and wonderful. I could not stop grinning for a good hour - I must have looked an absolute sight! I was excited for so many reasons; I've now finally seen her handwriting, and it makes our friendship even more special. This is what she sent me (I love it, and have been yearning for one!):

I have every intention of wearing it everywhere!

After this fabulous start to my day, I ventured to the hairdresser for the first time in over a year! To be honest, I could've cut it myself, but oh well. And the colour...it's a bit unnatural for my liking. But if I get sick of it, I'll just dye it dark brown like I did last year. It's only hair!

Around lunchtime I went to Kristy's for an afternoon of crafting, which was awesome. AND the naughty girl also surprised me with a birthday gift! It is so thoughtful and 100% me...mate, you know me so well :) haha. I was lucky enough to get a bag reading "JUTE NOT PLASTIC" which I spoke to her about ages ago, some organic chocolate and fair trade coffee, and the most incredible thing of all - a donation to Oxfam for the schooling of AIDS orphans in Zimbabwe. All amazing presents aside, I had a wonderful afternoon, filled with laughter and sugar soap and Gilmore Girls and beads and sushi...even if it did prove once and for all that 1. I'm not destined to be a painter, and 2. I should never be allowed to drive anywhere by myself EVER!

Thank you, my only two readers :)

Peace out x

there's gotta be a little bit in you and me.

Where did you get that scar, old man?

And does it carry to your heart?

If I sent you mail, would it heal a little?




I like symmetry, and order –

even if it does not suit me, or myself.

Perhaps this face is going places, after all!

Not today, or tomorrow.

But soon.

It’s going on a bus; in love

and with love, to a far away place.

Painting on the side, changing every day

(or every week, at least.)

We’ll visit, if you wish

and maybe I’ll change the world.




Not today, or tomorrow.

But soon.

starting to make sense...

If you know me, you'll know that I've been struggling to work out what I want to do with my life - and it plays on my mind, a lot. Because I've always enjoyed, and been somewhat good at writing, I thought that this would be a suitable career path, and gradually my silly head began to view it as the ONLY option. It clearly didn't work out that way, and perhaps I should've stuck to my original first preference when applying for university.

I don't know whyI put down Paramedics the first time - it was on a whim, but the only thing that stopped me doing it was the fact that I thought Flinders was too far away to travel on a daily basis (and yes, I realise that's simply lazy!). So, I stuck with Journalism - partially for that reason, and partially because it's what I'd been telling everyone I wanted to do for the 5 years previous. I'm sounding amazingly like a coward right now, and I think that I was, but I'm learning not to care what people think of me. And as my blog title suggests, it's all starting to make sense.

Most people think I'm joking when I say I want to be a firefighter - but I'm not. I think it would be an amazing job, and I think that I'd be good at it. I enjoy helping people, and just because I choose a completely different career path doesn't mean that I couldn't continue to write as a hobby! If anything, it would probably give me more inspiration. And then I'd be writing about something worthwhile, instead of writing about writing!

Most recently, I've been thinking quite a bit about training to become a surf lifesaver. Up until the past few years, I was really into my fitness etc, and it's something I want to take up again and continue with. Swimming was always a huge part of my childhood, and I don't think these thoughts are entirely random. I want to do it quite badly - I just haven't expressed it to anyone, because I'm scared of the same reaction that I mentioned above!

So, there you have it. Paramedic. Firefighter. Lifesaver.
There's a pattern, isn't there?
Or is it just me?

pining away.

lonely.
















uninspired.



















enemy.


















pain.














yearning.





















done.

sunny Sunday indeed.

A warning to all: over the next three weeks, all blogs will include a great deal of complaining about being lonely and missing Alex. Cyberspace will have to deal with it, because I have a feeling people in real life won't be so accepting after 21 days.


Such a long time.

And Tasmania is so far away.
For Cassaundra's benefit:





(We live in the red circle, and lover girl has gone hiking in the blue circle)








I dropped her off at dawn (well, practically dawn) this morning.
It was horrible.

However, that is not the entire reason I've decided to blog on this fine day - I'm in a very 'listing' mood. I.e, I feel the need to make lists about lots of things. Being upset does that to me; perhaps my addled brain thinks it will make me feel better. Odd though, as I'm the least organised person in the world.

Here we go.



Things I need/want to buy:
- external hard drive for my laptop (I only have 3gb left on my internal memory - eek!)
- birthday present for Bec: struggling for ideas. Kristy, remind me to run an idea about it by you. You're my advice lady :]
- new tealight candles.
- the Breast Cancer Foundation sunglasses that I lost on ZeroSeven and have mourned ever since, until Tuesday when I found the same pair for sale at National Pharmacies!
- a CD/mp3 player for my car.
- someone to fix the central locking on my car.
- new thongs/summer shoes.
- digi camera.
- Polaroid camera.
- new underwear.
- Season 5 of Gilmore Girls.
- magazines.
- a tattoo. Kristy, refer this to me again :]
- anniversary present for baby. I think there may be another list about this soon.
- a new razor, hair mousse and foundation.
- a hair cut and colour, like this hopefully.
- a larger turtle tank - Pascoe won't stop growing!




Things to occupy my time with while Alex is away:
- buying the above things.
- finally buyin brushes and painting my canvas.
- collaging with Kristy so I have something to put on my blank wall.
- catch up with people I've been meaning to see (Jess, Lani, girls from uni).
- cut up my old magazines for the aforementioned collage.
- start exercising regularly.
- read the entire Harry Potter series again.
- finish reading 'Children of the A-bomb' - I started when I first returned from Japan, but it was too heavy for the time being.
- watch 'The Goonies' because I borrowed it from Alex about 9 months ago and it's probably time to return it!
- get photos developed and update all my frames.
- everything on this wonderful list by Eli Skipp.
- make unique Christmas cards for everyone I love.
- probably should start Christmas shopping, too!




Ways in which Alex can repay me for leaving:
- be my slave forever.
- cook for me.
- that's about all; I'll be happy enough when she's home.



Enough for now.


Peace out x

perspective goes a long way...

I had one of those nights, last week.
Yes, those nights.
The completely out-of-my-mind type.
Here's what I wrote:

- - - -

I think I’m having some sort of emotional breakdown.
I don’t even know why.

Crooked calendar.

It feels like about four in the morning, not eleven at night.
And my fiancé shouldn’t have to be my psychologist – even though she just listened to half an hour of neuroses that may not even exist.

I can’t decide whether I miss people, or things, or memories.
I can’t make words fit together properly.

It’s nothing to do with the fact that I want to holds hands forever, but can’t do so in public.

Can you even miss memories?
Maybe you can miss times, but not memories.
But if memories are times, then maybe so.

Sometimes, I feel like no one takes me seriously.
I don’t usually say things for no reason.
In fact, never.

In this light it looks like my hands are wrinkled – I have this feeling I’m going to die young, you know.

Perhaps I just need a distraction; at the moment, peeling off all my nail polish feels like an accomplishment.

I’m never going to write a book,
and I’m never going to be passionate about something other than you for longer than five minutes.

If my turtle died, I’d hate myself a little bit.

I lied to myself for years – I’m not a “boy’s girl”.
But if that’s the case, why can’t I get my mother to like me?
And why has my father always preferred the others?

I couldn’t share a room.
I need to be able to sit at my laptop in the middle of the night
and take my clothes off when I get hot.

Fuck, I’m spoilt.

People always apologise too late.
‘Say what you mean, and mean what you say.’
Or, blah.

Décor with spots looks cheap.
I can say that, but I miss my nipple ring – ha!

I care when people don’t like me.
It’s obvious.
So why do you claim otherwise, fucker head?

You’re lonely, but you’ve got everyone you want.

Pluck eyebrows. Clean room. Tell baby sorry. Wear dress. Repay brother. Parents. Brother. Phone bill. Stop buying bottled water. Walk. Stop driving before car dies.

Get inspired.

Stop being dim-witted.

or

No one will ever like you.


- - - -


I can't even bring myself to read it.
So you are my psychologist!

love making in the afternoon light.

I needed this day.

I've never felt so simple and beautiful;
sitting in bed, with clothes all over the floor
and work to be done, but still.
I have tea (no sympathy!), cheese and crackers,
bare legs and warm toes.
The smell of vanilla fills my room,
and the afro is somewhat covered by Fay's scarf.
My lover is never far from my heart,
and she hangs around my neck -
right next to grandmother F, in fact!


So, I'm currently reading the lastest issue of frankie,
and there is an incredible article about a girl who took one Polaroid photograph
every day, for a whole year
to document her life, and what inspired her.
I think it's a simply marvelous idea, and have every intention of being a copycat
(once I have the resources to purchase a camera!).
I've wanted a Polaroid for so long, there's just something about the instantaneous memory that enthralls me.
Soon, hopefully.


I have more and more been longing to be away from here, as of late.
I want to be with my darling alex, and noone else.
I don't want it to be so difficult.
I want to travel far and wide; and write, far and wide!
I want to visit cassaundra in NYC, and drink tea & red wine,
smoke cigarettes,
shop all day,
and speak poetically 'til the early hours.

Mmmm.

Peace out x

it's windy and raining in my head, too.

This is me, when I don't know how to feel.

Sometimes, I just want to be
right in front of you
and hope that you can see everything for what it is.
And I often wish
that I was a less serious person,
because you are not like this.
In more ways than one,
I want to be more like you.
But I can’t –
this is me, and me alone.
I can be your best friend, and your lover
and I try to be everything else too.
The days it isn’t so, I hurt;
unnecessarily, I know.
Sometimes, I don’t know what to say
to make myself feel better.
I guise it in a manner of my own,
and often pretend it is for you.
Pretending it is for your own heart,
when it is actually to support this one.
I don’t know.
I do get scared, and I don’t like
when it is brushed aside.
This is it, and I can’t help it.
I know that you are my life love
and the one whom I will grow old with,
if you’ll let me.
I just want it to be perfect,
and perfectly lasting.
Sometimes, I know I’m not myself,
and it is these days where I feel less at ease.
I can’t explain it, darling
because you are wonderful,
every day!
It is me, and I don’t know where to grow too.
I want to be stronger,
and I can be for us
I just can’t be, for me.
It is okay in my heart that I will never be alone,
but I often feel that you want to be,
and I’m scared for that day to come.
I never want to lose you, soul mate.
I know this will all fade away
and only our love will remain.

feeling charitable?

Yesterday, here in Australia, it was CanTeen Bandanna Day. Every year, the organisation sells bandannas for around $3 to raise money for the foundation. It's just one of the fundraisers that is run annually on behalf of the cause, which supports young people (aged 12-24) living with cancer.



I remember as a child being completely blown away by the whole thing - almost everyone would get into the spirit and wear a colourful bandanna in some way. I think it's a wonderful cause, and one of the few things that is easy to get involved with even if you ARE too lazy to make a huge contribution. This is why I was utterly disappointed by the lack of support for it yesterday! I don't know if it was a lack of advertising for the event, or the sincere disregard by today's society, but it was simply another day. I was in town all day and the only time I saw a bandanna was when I looked in the mirror, and at the stall set up by volunteers. It made me wish I'd donated more than $6! (I bought two - one for myself, and one for lover girl who was charitable enough to wear it around her ankle :)



This whole deal made me wonder - what has happened to charity in our society? The gap between rich and poor is growing exponentially, and it seems that the gap between the needy and those who CAN help but choose not to is also expanding. It doesn't speak very well for the conscious of civilisation that volunteers are becoming a rarer breed than ever.



Admittedly, my bank balance is currently regretting that I gave $20 to a busker the other day and now find myself with $9 to last the next 2 weeks - but it was a good feeling, and I'll survive. I have shelter, food, and love. Some people have nothing; or they appear to have everything, but secretly live with a disability or sickness that hinders their happiness. I know a guy from high school who recently gave up his life for a few days to live in a cardboard box and actually earn his worth for survival, just to experience what it was like. I'm not too proud to admit that I honestly don't think I could do this, but I admire him so much for doing it. This is just one way of showing care for people living in lesser circumstances.







*Bandanna Day was established in 2004, and almost one million bandannas are sold each year to support the cause. Get involved at http://www.canteen.org.au/









Peace out x

why it ain't easy being green.

I recently discovered an additional perk of being vegetarian – helping the environment. Thanks to No Impact Man, I have learned of the potential benefits of refraining from using animal products in assisting our poor atmosphere. After additional research, I have found that this has been investigated in many studies, most profoundly in one done by the United Nations in 2006. This study proved that the amount of greenhouse gas emitted by all the cars and trucks in the world was LESS than that created by raising animals to generate food. Read more about environmental vegetarianism here!

As much as I hate to admit it, my vegetarianism has quite deteriorated as of late. At the risk of sounding as though I’m simply making excuses for myself (I’m honestly not!), it just hasn’t been easy for me. Living at home with my parents and two younger brothers is most of the problem, particularly stemming from the fact that my father told me that not eating meat makes me an outsider in the family. Although it’s likely that this was just an outlet for anger about certain other decisions of mine, it really made me feel that if I didn’t eat the dead animal carcass sitting on my plate, then I didn’t belong.

I may sound completely weak for not standing up for what I believe in, but it’s hard to understand unless you live under this roof that my family works in mysterious ways. There are unspoken expectations about most things, and due to being the eldest I am the first to make any attempt at stretching these boundaries. Perhaps there’s a fair point with one or two things, but I do think that this is something worth fighting for. So I will!

I have a good friend looking into becoming a vegetarian, and the internet is definitely an awesome place to find information/recipes/advice from long-time veggies. However, there’s also a lot of crap (excuse my French) and it’s important to focus on getting enough of the right nutrients etc. I know I’m guilty of not eating enough, and DEFINITELY guilty of replacing protein with easy carbs, but I’m working on it! Trying to get enough iron is one of the most difficult things, and I’ve been borderline anemic as a result of this. My love of chickpeas helps though!

Helpful sites:

http://www.goveg.com/

http://www.veggieglobal.com/

http://www.vegsoc.org/

http://www.vegetariansrecipes.org/

http://www.kurma.net/

http://www.ar.vegnews.org/

http://www.animalconcerns.org/



AND my favourite vegetarian/vegan cookbook:

The Low GI Vegetarian Cookbook
















Peace out x

a girl can have a goal, can't she?

Normally, I'm not too good with the goals - but this blog begins with a number of them. I'm not one for starting small and working my way up either, which could prove detrimental to this.
I guess we'll see, though.

I live in a town that calls itself a city, and find myself thinking that my life is microcosmic to this in some ways. To a certain extent, I also call myself one thing when I am in fact another. Not so much fooling others, rather trying to fool myself. So far this year I've made a million decisions, and they have either had a very small effect, or a deafening one. Don't get me wrong, I don't live by regrets; I just wish there was substantial evidence that I have actually been occupying the planet in the past ten months!

Although this is part of the reason I'm starting this blog, I have also been amazingly inspired by a few things recently. Namely:

• an incredible girl, whom I unbelievably get to call my fiance. She amazes me every day with her love and spirit, and I feel luckier with every moment we spend together. Without knowing it, she taught me to live properly and to wholeheartedly give myself to anything I choose.
• a cause I fell into - and the seventy wonderful people I met through the Zeroseven Roadtrip and Oaktree Foundation. I might address this in greater detail at a later date. Or I might not. Either way, it was one of the highlights of my life so far, and will never cease to be a source of motivation for me.
• a few different people I've met along the way this year, who I've seen glimpses of myself in and still managed to like. In this way, they've allowed me to appreciate some small things in myself, and it feels strange! There is a beautiful soul on the other side of the world whom is like a sister to me - a talented writer and photographer; someone I wish I could embody more within myself. Closer to home, I found a confidante unexpectedly, whom will always listen and never judge. Lastly, I met a girl who never fails to make me smile, and always seems to be happy to see me!

So there's the inspiration and the goal.
Wish me luck!

Peace out x