So it’s been a while- I know- but in all fairness during this month I’ve finished my first year of university, made a whole bunch of new friends and road-tripped from Bondi to Byron to Brisbane to back home in the span of 10 short days. Which is what this post is about. Yesterday I left Brisbane and am now home on the coast for three short days before Melbourne again. I love and miss my family but feel like that city is truly becoming a home. A very small, usually dirty and overpriced home, but a home nonetheless. So here is photographic documentation of the magnificent shitshow that ensued when we took 8 girls in a soccer mom van across three states.
2 of us got tattoos in Newtown and I stood against a cool-looking wall for something different.
We made it to Byron and got more sunburnt and found somebody’s court appearance notice on the beach. He had assault charges in every state and apparently didn’t feel like showing up that day. Then we took a surfing lesson except our instructor was a dingbat and I got into a fight with him about wetsuit sizes. And then fell off the board a bunch.
Then we finally made it to Brisbane and perched ourselves on my friend Nina’s ridiculously beautiful balcony. She lives in a hotel. As you do. We went out and I was looking after everyone else for a somewhat refreshing change.
And every day finished with a pretty pinch-yourself kinda sunset. Feelin pretty lucky to have these ladies and this life. I hope you’ve all been having as much fun as I have. Talk sooner than a month’s time, promise x