Today (Tuesday 19th September) marks exactly one year I have been outside of the UK which is crazy. If you’d have told me this time last year exactly how life would be now I would not have believed a word.
So much has changed.
I have changed, and I have got to experience so many different and incredible things.
I had the time of my life in Spain, I got to experience bright blue oceans and dusty deserts.
I spent nearly one year living in Australia, I got to have Christmas on the beach and lived in a car for months.
I had to deal with loss and I had to deal with heartbreak.
I had to learn to be alone.
Learn to follow my own path.
I’ve eaten incredible food and fallen in love with people’s souls.
I’ve met so many people who have had a huge effect on my life.
I’ve experienced generosity in ways I never knew I would. I’ve had strangers welcome me into their lives, make me food and let me sleep under their roof.
I’ve seen things I never knew I would be lucky enough to see. I’ve gained a wild dog’s trust, had a chameleon sit on my shoulder, seen the most beautiful sunsets, danced the salsa and milked a goat.
I’ve had a snake fall from the roof whilst I ate my breakfast and been attacked by a magpie.
I’ve climbed mountains, swum in oceans, driven 1000 and 1000’s of miles, caught six planes and travelled on my own. I’ve learnt to skateboard, I’ve learnt to draw, I’ve learnt to follow my passions even if they seem hard to achieve.
I’ve eaten a ridiculous amount of sushi and drank a lot of beer. I’ve cried on the phone to my mum and nearly lost my hand to a ceiling fan. I’ve worked in a kebab shop, as a wedding waitress, a strawberry packer, a kitchen hand, at a fun fair, in a tapas bar and soon to be cleaning toilets at an elton john concert. I’ve learnt that shoes aren’t necessary and that one dreadlock is all you need.
I’ve become the happiest girl in the world.
I’m no longer angry. I don’t allow myself to fall into pits of self hate.
I don’t depend on people to tell me who I am or to make me happy.
I don’t argue or get mad for the sake of it.
I’m not fire and I’m not ice.
But I’m also unlucky.
I’ve just learnt to deal with the bad.
Most the time, bad news doesn’t need to be disastrous.
But when it is, I’ve learnt its okay to cry.
Cry and cry.
And the dust settles and tomorrow is always a new day.
Never go to bed angry.
Go for a walk or take a shower.
I’ve learnt that everyone has a story to tell and it’s important to listen.
That age doesn’t matter. Most people just want to be understood. To have someone take the time out of their day to listen to what they have to say.
This post accidentally become poetic nonsense but that’s okay. This is more of a journal entry than a factual description of my year travelling. It’s me writing for me and throwing some photos in at the end so one day I can look back on this and beam with happiness.
Beam and beam.
Travel the world.
You won’t regret it.
Okay, I’m done.
Roll on the pictures.
Thank you for reading this blog. It was wrote without really stopping and thinking so enjoy the brain fart and try and hop over the cliché parts. Maybe listen to some Petite Biscuit whilst you read this for added dramatic effect. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and getting to see all the pictures. My last blog post was about my time in Cape Tribulation and the Crocodile Tour that I went on. Next week I have a TMI talk post coming so feel free to check out the others before then!
stay kind ✿
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