It’s embarrassing to say that I have lived in Tasmania for all bar 4 and a half years of my life. What’s embarrassing about that you ask? Well, I’ve barely seen any of it. My boyfriends parents who are from country Victoria have seen more of this state than I probably ever will and they only visit once a year.
I started to feel guilty that I have spent so much of my time dedicated to seeing or planning holidays to visit various parts of the world when I have barely spent any time exploring my own backyard. People comment to me all the time about how much Tassie has to offer so I thought it was about time I took their advice and went to see for myself.
This morning I did something unusual. If we’re going to get really technical about it I would even categories it as ‘against my will’. This morning… Saturday… the weekend… I got up and went to my first Barrecode class. I was invited by a friend who went to her first class a couple of weeks ago, and against my better judgement I said I would go with her.
I’ll admit that I’m making it sound so much worse than it actually was, but the class started at 8.15am which meant my alarm was going off at ‘work day’ time. Horrific!!
Earlier this year my boyfriend and I went on a 3 week holiday to America and the lovely Caribbean island of Trinidad. My sister is on an overseas posting with her job in Trinidad’s capital city Port of Spain so as I’m sure you can imagine, it quickly made it’s way on to my “Travel To Do” list and what better time than CARNIVAL time!!!
I’ll be the first to admit that I had no idea where she was talking about when she first said she was moving to Port of Spain. My first thought was “Yay, how great is Spain,” boy was I way off the mark there!!
I’ll confess that in a perfect world I would only ever stay at a hotel with an Ocean Front balcony and a King sized bed with an abundance of cloud-like pillows, but lets face it, life can’t always be dreamy, it needs to be adventurous and exciting and that’s what hostels are for me.
I was skeptical at first because the word COMMUNAL in my mind spells UNHYGIENIC, DIRTY, UNPLEASANT, GROSS, SMELLY.. you get my point. But I’m thrilled to report that if you follow a few basic steps to finding a good hostel you will limit your chances of using someone else’s unwashed cutlery.
Last year I went on my first ever trip to Singapore where we spent 5 nights just exploring the city and loving life!! I’ve always found that my favourite places end up being the ones that I would least expect to like, so I guess I should have known something great was around the corner when I picked Singapore and I wasn’t in the least bit excited about it.
I would be what you would call a self diagnosed introvert. Who needs a psychological diagnosis when I’ve done my fair share of Facebook quizes and I get the same answer every time.
It’s actually a relief to know that there’s a name for it. No I’m not anti-social, no I’m not shy, and no I don’t hate people (well, sometimes I do) but it’s just that some people draw energy from being around other people, while introverts draw energy from spending time alone.
Well hello there, fellow internet goers. Thanks for dropping by and reading my very first post on my brand new website www.emmaphilpott.com. Talk about an original name for a blog.
Despite it only being day one I feel it’s only right to come clean and admit that this isn’t my first blog. Fhew.. I already feel like we have no secrets from each other. I traveled for a little bit when I was younger (not that I’m old now.. 30 isn’t old, is it?!) and I started a blog to keep in contact with home. When I stopped travelling and went back to the real world my heart was so broken that I couldn’t even bring myself to look at that poor little blog sitting there all by itself.