While most people create their vision boards at the start of the year, I like to start mine in May. January doesn’t always have to be the start of the year in my world!
Melbourne is like Sydney’s anarchist sibling. It’s the one who went rogue; the middle child who decided to leave his cookie cutter Aussie family and be everything everyone else his family wasn’t.
Whenever I go to the Blue Mountains, I like to imagine I’m going back in time. From boarding the rickety old tin train at Central station to off-boarding at the center of town, breathing in that cold mountain air.
I wonder if there’s a way to integrate Gunu Village into daily Sydney life? Like if all apartment blocks had regular social nights to get to know your neighbors, where people who cooked a lovely meal and couldn’t finish it could share it.
“The flâneur observer.. whose aim is to derive the eternal from the transitory and to see the the poetic in the historic. A person who walks the city in order to experience it, discovering it as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque.”
It’s actually quite a difficult situation for the council because when a person is eaten by a crocodile, the families left behind usually want the guilty croc executed. They actually have to take the suspects and X-ray their stomachs for human remains. But the thing is when a family requests it to be shot, it’s almost always the apex predator; the highest crocodile in the food chain.
2017 has been an amazing year. I knew there would be big changes for me in 2017. I was in the last year of my Working Holiday Visa in Australia. I either had to leave the country or beg a company to keep me around. There had been many changes to visas making it harder […]
My metaphorical blisters have healed and I can run my fingers along my calloused feet. I have a perfect aerial view of the route I took two years ago; from up here, I can pinpoint the exact moments where I wanted to give up.
We hit the road early, coffees in hand and music turned up. We listened to a 90’s playlist and snacked on caramel cookies and granola bars.
In the morning I was awoken by the sun soaking our tent, creating a glowing red tint. I squirmed out of my sleeping bag and stretched my arms across the bed, listening to the sounds of the kookaburras in the distance.