Saturday, February 11, 2012

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The rainbow house

beautiful sexy cool.  Devendra Banhart and his girlfriend Rebecca Schwartz in this short film together created for Oliver Peoples Eyewear.  So beautiful its enough to make any of us singles out there choke on our own vomit.

watch and enjoy (without envy)

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

home sweet home

Walking through the gates at Brisbane Airport and seeing my Mums smiling face waiting for me was the cutest thing ever.  It felt so great to finally be back in Australia, in the heat!  First thing I did in the car was take off my winter boots, aaaah relief!

After a week of pure relaxing, at home with my parents I wasn't feeling the usual withdrawls that I've had in the past after arriving home from a holiday.  I was actually content to be back!

Seeing my family again, and my friends has kept me busy.  Some friends I still haven't seen yet, but all in good time.

I've been home 8 weeks already!  In this time, I've been to a wedding; watched two of my best friends start the rest of their life together.  I've had brilliant Christmas, New Years Eve, found out another one of my best friends is pregnant.  Had numerous lunches and outings with my family.  Celebrated my Grandmothers 91st birthday, my Stepdads 60th birthday, frollicked at the beach, been severely sunburned a few times, been asked to be a bridesmaid in my brothers wedding AND started a new job.  With all this happiness around, who's got time to complain?

So the job is working in the hotel industry.  Something I started becoming interested in whilst travelling.  I feel comfortable in my new role, working with really lovely people and I think this job will keep me busy for quite a while.

With all the excitement and love around me I found it hard to ever contemplate moving away from Australia.  Why fix something if it aint broke and why leave a place that really and truly I am happy in?  It's home.

Since I'd been home I had maintained regular contact via Internet with Patrick.  What I hadn't realised back in Europe was how I was going to feel upon coming home.  He had invested quite a lot emotionally in 'us' and was quite dependent on me and hopeful that I would return and we would start a life together over there which in the end only made me uncomfortable.  I don't share that same hope, and for me continuing any kind of relationship over the internet is not what I want in my life.  I need something real, a man here, right now to do all the fun coupley things that new couples do!   I've been completely honest and ended things a few weeks ago. He can't move here, and I won't move there.  I don't want to.  I love my life, I'm happy and Mr Right will be around the corner, waiting for me and with him there will be compromise and freedom for us to do and plan whatever we want, together.

The end

So after arriving in Munich I spent the final two weeks of my trip there. I had a lovely time and Patricks family took me under their wing and I was treated wonferfully as a guest in their home.  It was actually a god send as it saved me a lot of money and I was seriously running out.  I got to see another side of Munich again, this time having a Bavarian show the ropes.  We went to a live Soccer Game, it was craaaazy! Bloody weirdo ultra fans, yuk.  Went to the Zoo, but it was too cold so most of the animals were hiding!  It was a pretty relaxing way to finish my holiday.

On my last day there weren't any tears, I was prepared and ready to come home. As I had been sick. The weather was the coldest I had ever experienced and I had terrible flu so all I could think of was getting my hands on some cold & flu medication and relaxing.  I've never spent time in a place that was so cold, this was 0 degrees and just way out of my comfort zone!

I took the train to Amsterdam for my final night. As this was the city I was originally supposed to end my trip in and fly home from.  As I was sick and not there for long I did not venture out or bother to mingle.  I packed my bags ready for my flight the next morning and slept well.

As I was leaving the hostel, somehow I took a  wrong turn walking back to the main train station!  I was walking around the gorgeous city, lined with Canals, and plenty of those "special" coffee shops, I had to ask someone where the station was!  I turned around, evetually got to the station, only to find the airport train I was on was delayed.  I was stressing a little as I was SO ready to fly home by this point.  I did not want to miss my flight.

I arrived at the airport about 45mins before takeoff.  Sweaty and stressed I wondered if customs would question me thinking I was a drug smuggler! Thank God it was all smooth sailing, straight through I went, sat on the plane and smiled  with pure excitement as the plane ascended into the air to soon be seeing my family and friends again.  I say goodbye to Europe it's been a great three months, I'll be seeing you again soon.