A few weeks ago I went to visit a friend who has just moved to Melbourne. We had bought ourselves tickets to the opening night of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival so the plan was to laugh ourselves silly. We had such a fantastic few days checking out the local bakeries, eating hamburgers, and wandering around Melbourne. If it wasn’t for the threat of diabetes there is a large chance I would still be there eating my weight in cake right now.
Could there be anything happier than dogs, Tassie beaches and planes? Well, I guess if we add in ‘winning the lotto’, ‘quitting your day job to become a self made millionaire’, or maybe ‘full time luxury traveller’… but since none of those things are on the cards for me on this fine Sunday, we’ll just stick to the basics.
Today I thought I would write a post that is a little bit different for me. It’s a post about the things that I have found unexpectedly difficult since becoming a blogger. I use the term ‘blogger’ very loosely too, because to be a blogger you kinda have to blog, and thats something I haven’t been doing for a couple of months. Given that this blog is reasonably new to me I thought I would be so excited to write my little heart out and I would be churning out more posts than a newspaper can publish a daily edition. I am rather disappointed in myself on that front to be honest, and it’s only now that I sit down and once again try to create a blog post that I’m actually thinking of the reasons why I keep stalling when I hit that ‘new post’ button.
I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that I started this little blog series. I know it’s only my second book review, but it’s exactly what I needed to kick start this reading thing again. The only down side is that now I want to read all the time instead of blog. Oh the problems I have. I also feel like I may be the last person in the world to discover Book Depository. Those books are CHEAP compared to the book stores, aren’t they!! And free worldwide shipping? I must have been hiding under a rock to miss this little gem!!
When I was a kid I used to read a lot. My favourite part of the day was between 8.30pm and 9pm when I was tucked up in bed with the latest Baby Sitters Club book. Since becoming a little bit more ‘adult’ my reading time has slowly faded away. During uni I spent so much time reading thick text books that there wasn’t enough time for anything else.
Now that I’m mostly all done with that my aim is to start reading again. And not just books on my iPad either, actual physical books. iBooks is handy for when I’m out and about but nothing compares to a physical book in your hand and the smell of freshly printed pages.
The 31st of January was my 31st Birthday. Yup.. 31.. on the 31st!! I can’t believe it myself. Its scary how the years go so quickly when you get older, not that turning 31 is old (I hope). It feels like only yesterday I was celebrating my 30th birthday in the most mature way possible with a trip to Harry Potter World in Orlando. This year was a little bit more sedate but I still had a great day.
A few years ago after I got back from Europe I thought I had seen the creme de la creme of scenery. We had been on a remarkable drive through the hills in Germany on our way to Austria, and I almost lost my sh*t in front of 52 borderline strangers when around the corner I saw piercing blue sunny skies with the tallest snow capped mountains in the distance and a turquoise lake leading it’s way up into the hills. It was at that point that I realised there truly was heaven on earth.
In the years that I have been travelling it is almost guaranteed that if there is a place you would expect me not to like I’ll do the opposite and fall in love with it. Take my first trip overseas, India. Never in a million years would I have expected to even go there, let alone love it. The same thing happened with Singapore. I was barely excited about the trip, but it turned out to be one of my favourite places in the world!! You can read about it here if you want to see pictures of me having the time of my life.
Here we are, another year has passed and as usual I’m late to the party with my goals. It’s not that I haven’t had any, in fact I’ve had 2017 goals since like October. That’s how eager I was for 2016 to wrap up. It’s not that anything bad happened in 2016, in fact it was the opposite. I’m just a sucker for a good ‘new year, new me’ situation.
I am living proof that hanging on to first impressions isn’t always the best idea. When I first travelled to San Francisco in 2012 as part of a Contiki tour it didn’t do much for me. I have strong memories of drinking too much, seeing lots of homeless people, and staying in a supposedly haunted hotel. For a tour company with a slogan of NO Regrets, I certainly had a lot. I felt like I had completely missed the point of San Francisco.