So it’s been a minute. And by a minute I mean a month (or two) and it feels all wrong. ALL WRONG. I don’t really know where to start, actually, but I suppose here- I’m back in Melbourne (obviously) and despite being homeless for 2 weeks (long story), we now have our dream house (see here) and all is relatively well and good aside from the fact that I start back at uni tomorrow (I know).
So I’m a second-year fashion student and a successful home-renter so you can’t say I haven’t been busy. Really there’s no excuse, though- but if I had to make one I guess I’d go with the fact that EVERYTHING WENT WRONG as soon as I left for Melbourne. We drove from Brisbane and 4 hours into a 22 hour drive, the car broke down. On a blind corner. In the middle of the road. On a hill. In the middle of nowhere. Off to a flaming start, we set off and arrived in Melbourne in high spirits for about 20 minutes- before we realized we had nowhere to live, little to no money, no internet, I didn’t have a phone and Nina had a somewhat broken car.
It certainly wasn’t easy but I suppose everything really does happen for a reason. Even if those things are shitty. Our house is perfect and I can’t wait to do a little room tour video within the next week. I’m a little lost and completely overwhelmed so if there’s anything you want to see, let me know. plz. Thanks for sticking around. x