Let's Get Lost

 Let's get lost. In a city that never sleeps.

Down streets we've never heard of before. With people who don't know our names.

Let's get lost, 30,000 feet high.
In clouds that look like fairy floss.
Where the air smells like freedom.



















Lets get lost, walking till the soles of our feet hurt, till sunrise becomes marmalade sunset and our hands are clammy from holding each other.

Lets get lost, in busy cafes, in tall coffees and honey dew. Burning our tongues cos it tastes so good.

Lets get lost in each other, when the darkness blankets over us and our limbs entangle awash with drowsy happiness.

Lets get lost.

Baby, let's get lost.

Girl, You Can Tell Everybody...

"I'm not feeling it yet!" she said, downing another skittle bomb shot.
"Drink more" I said.
and then it hit her.

There's always that one friend in your life, that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'll be nursing and reminiscing and generally being crazily familiar with well into your golden years.  That friend is this blonde bombshell.   For all intense and purposes, I call her Hazel Nut.

We see each other twice a year if we're lucky because she lives in Melbourne and I live down here, but when we're together, no time has passed between us.  And such was the case when she came down this weekend and we hit the town and made fools of ourselves.


She's the kind of friend I can stand semi nude in front of the mirror with, mascara wand in hand, lingerie in the other, and get lost in a plethora of deep thoughts and silly stories while she yells at me because I haven't curled her hair, the right way.


She's my fifty shades of familiar.

Melbourne, Goodbyes & Pikachu Onesies

I know. It's embarrassing how long I've been MIA for.
A whole two months.

In these two months, so much has happened. I managed to get really ill and had to defer college for a semester so I decided I needed to escape my little, old town and fly off to Melbourne for a week, just to breathe in a different kind of air.

Melbourne for the record...is beautiful.
Revisiting the city again after a whole two years filled with me lost nostalgia.

It's bristling with these massive apartment blocks and skyscrapers and highways that never seem to end.
The city is stunningly busy and walking around is like stepping into a catalogue for the Aussie version of the upper east side.

Everyone is super friendly and super busy and super designer and everywhere you go, the atmosphere is filled with this busy enthusiasm and passion for...LIFE!

I had so much fun and learned so much about myself in the short time I was there, living with loved ones, staying up too late, exploring the city and driving down dark freeways at night, the wind caught in my hair, the music up loud, the memories etched in the stars.

Most importantly, I learned that, even in a city as busy as Melbourne, anywhere can be the loneliest place in the world if you have no one.

 It was really hard saying goodbye.

And on that note, I'll leave ya'll with the last photo I took before I left, inspired by a few too many Johnny Walkers and someone who will always hold a special place in my heart... ;)