something inside me
wakes when I’m alone.
tugs me across oceans
to lands unknown.
I feel the pressure
the pull in my bones.
to find my home.
Okay so this may jinx me a little, but I’ve spoken very little about this position until now so I figured I can finally spill the beans!
Today I’m off to Walgett, Coffs Harbour, NSW, Australia. Why? Because someone is going to pay me to go down there and hang out and do some paperwork. I’m not going to be so tell-all with the finer details until I’ve really experienced it, but from the information I’ve been given it seems like an amazing job! I’m actually super excited and I’m looking totally fly today as well so that always helps.
Just a quick blog post to break my absence and let you all know that if this is a sham and I’m killed in Walgett (dear god no) I would like to be buried in back with coins on my eyes. Open casket!!
See you soon xo
Okay, so this is going to be a lot less eloquent and insightful than my last post was, so just bear with me and eventually I’ll post something intelligent again.
Currently I’m sitting in my first uni lecture of a course I’m actually attending (I’ve crashed a mate’s course before) and everyone is on a ten minute break. So obviously, I’m blogging.
So far so good in uni, except for the fact I just embarrassed myself in front of my entire lecture by being called up to do something I’ve actually got no clue how to do. Everyone laughed (me included) as I ran away back to my seat. I could be well on my way to establishing myself as the class clown already. Great!
Anyway, my lecturer is chatting about the Nazi’s (wait, this is a film class right??) so I better sign off and figure out why the heck Hitler is being mentioned.
SO if you know me at all, you’ll know that I am consistently getting into tiffs with friends, normally because I have a really strong differing opinion, or I’ve done something they consider to be inappropriate in the scheme of our friendship. I often end up minus friends for one real or imagined wrongdoing and it was common enough during my high school years that I learned to just let it all go and accept I was not built for girl friendships in this life.
But lately, it seems like all those “ex-besties” have come back and want to kiss and make up. They wanna be back how we used to be, they miss the good times, they regret what they said, etc. Which brings me to my real topic: regret. As I’m addicted to blogging, I got a message on one of my other blogs from someone asking me if I regret anything. This was my short answer:
“I try not to really because living with regret seems a bit pointless to me. You literally do only get to live once, so what’s the point of spending the whole time being like “omg I wish I had/hadn’t done this/that” and never actually enjoying yourself. We all do dumb stuff but it makes us who we are.”
The long answer is this:
Regret is a pointless emotion to harbour for more than an hour or two. You might regret doing something stupid or saying the wrong thing, but what is it going to do for you? Only make you miserable thinking about it because you can’t go back and change anything. You can’t take back that text, that last drink, that kiss. There’s no time machine, no winding back to just tweak something a tiny bit so it turns out how you wanted. And why is that? (I’m gonna get a bit spiritual here) It’s because everything you do makes you exactly who you are. Losing friends, gaining friends, the decisions you made for those events to happen, they all conspire to bring you to this very point in your life, they all turned you into this being, reading this post. And even if you hate yourself, personally I really enjoy myself and my life and think I’m doing just fine.
So I have no regrets, other than maybe not getting that cute guy’s number last night or not sleeping in for another half hour this morning. This is honestly as far as my regrets go. I don’t regret asserting my ownership over money I won that caused a suburb-wide friendship blowout, I don’t regret my current job or how it could affect my future, and I don’t regret kissing that not-so-cute guy last night. I think travel greatly contributed to my newfound appreciation of the phrase “YOLO” (You Only Live Once) because everything is a once in a lifetime chance, a once in a lifetime moment, because nothing will ever be the same ever again. There are no do-overs, only do’s.
Just a quick little post to let y’all know what’s going on with me lately.
I’ve finally gotten a job that makes me happy and is earning me good money, I’m back living with my family for a while, and I’ve finally caved and joined the Apple tribe with my new iPhone 5.
And now that I have an appliance that actually allows me to download apps that work (praise the lord) I might actually be more inclined to blog because it’ll be heaps easier.
I am writing this waaaaay before you’re seeing it (ah, the beauty of scheduled posts!) but this morning I started reading a friend’s book that is based in Iceland. There’s nothing pretty about it because it’s boring and financial based, but Iceland itself.. Another one of my long-loved places on Earth. But, from very lazy Googling and poking around, it seems pretty expensive, so it’s going to have to be one of those adult trips (adult as in old, not dirty!) that I save up for. Darn.
I found this blog a while back and while I’m not sure if it’s still running/posting, I think it’s a super cute blog – about Iceland obviously. Well… actually, it’s set up from Iceland’s point of view. “Hello I am Iceland” is apparently how you instantly suck me into following.
Okay so I’ve seen a salt lake/desert or two in my time (who knew we had them in the Aussie outback?) but this one is definitely the coolest. Hence why it gets on the list.
This one is locatedin the Cordoba and Santiago del Estero provinces of the Sierras de Cordoba in Argentina. Apparently it’s a decent drive (90 kms) to get here, but they use this desert to harvest salt and potassium, which is why there’s the long mini-river out here. So, not only does it look super cool, it’s useful too.
Now, this one I can blame completely on Dean. And I do with no shame. I remember a time when he would just continually send me links to these beautiful images of the French Alps – probably some other Alps too, but I can’t remember exactly. Anyway, he showed me and ever since then when I come across a photo of them I get all “ahhhh” and breathy and dream about exploring, or at least driving, through this awesome place. This photo is one that makes me particularly keen to become a mountain hiker. I think it’s all the green.
Imagine if it was possible to roll down one of these and not gain crazy speeds and end up dead? That’d be so nice.
Okay so Oregon has always been a pretty big thing with me since that time I decided to set one of my many lame stories there. Before you peg me as a Stepehenie Meyer wannabe, it wasn’t for the cloudiness, okay? There was a cave and a town with painted bears everywhere and that’s what drew me in – like it’s really any better. The town is Grants Pass, if you’re wondering. Pretty rad place from what I researched. But the coast is beautiful, the woods are beautiful. This place is basically a dream come true for me, with the whole “untamed wilderness” thing going on that really attracts my greenie side.