I'll never be broke in Sydney again

 Ever get that feeling life is just passing by you? Like you're just stationary, and everything is going a million miles an hour? Yeah, this week I felt that...but my response is changing. Welcome back, I hope you've been doing all the things you'd say you'd do this week. You know, the running, the pretentious walks on your instagram story, all that crap! Jokes. I do hope you had a good week though, and achieved something - anything.  It's 10:20am on Tuesday morning, AET of course, as i'm still in Sydney, and I've already been out the house for over an hour. A coffee, a book, and some good music. All before 10am?! Not sure what has gotten into me as of late, but I'm liking it. Sydney is 'muggy' (humid) as fuck at the moment. Sorry to swear, but it's a pain in the arse. It's hot, and not a nice hot, one where the breeze sort of brushes past you like a nice cold fan, but one where as soon as you wake up you're sweating more than...ah, I...

We must all have priorities, so we are told. Friends, family, work, your own personal life - it's a huge balancing act, and when travelling, it becomes a huge factor in determining how your trip starts, goes, and ends... Welcome back! That week went fast, right? Or is it just me? Clearly having too much fun - I think my story from this week, which spilled into a weekend, which then overflowed into early-morning antics on a Monday, would say that for one. I'm still in shock that it was around this time last year I flew home from Australia after a month's holiday with my mum, visiting then-friends in Byron Bay. Trips to Noosa, various national parks, beach days, food and beers, to top it all of, a pub night with no other than Dizee Rascal. THE Dizee Rascal. DANCE WITH ME! Yeah, a whole year just said hello and goodbye, and it feels like I barely got to get a word in myself. It's like, in the best way I can describe it, one of those random conversations you have outside of...

I've asked everyone. Well, most people. Perhaps just a few, but still, the question stands - does having a busy life lead to a quiet mind? And if not quiet, is it at least less 'noisy?' Yes, I'm talking in metaphors. Blog openings need to be cool and edgy according to some douche online, so why not join the trend, right?  Seriously though, the idea of a noisy mind, or maybe "having a lot going on" is the reality for most of us. Personal circumstances, situations at work, balancing relationships, the challenges of day to day life, the cost of living - I could go on forever, but that probably wouldn't help. Being busy is sometimes shunned; people mistake being busy as having no time for 'ones self,' but I beg to differ, in some respects. Oddly enough, I've felt most at peace when busy. My personal time has felt more valuable, when busy. Time with friends has felt more personable & relaxing, when the time I have things to do after. It gives me...

One night this week, it hit me all at once: 4 months left to go in Australia. Where on earth did time go, but also, what can I do to make this last part as fun as possible? Welcome back, you. Nice to see you again. Not going to lie, it's been a pretty hectic week. Once again, work takes the forefront in many ways this week; it's picking up once again, hours are increasing, and shifts are coming round quicker than I'm prepared for most of the time!  Amongst all this work lark though, I've been dealing with a few things - a bitter illness, a couple of doctors trips, home sickness, some financial rubbish, and...yes, another tattoo! This week feels like its been a mix of absolutely everything. Stress, fun, laughs, sad moments, but all round I've come out of it much better. A more chilled out weekend was definitely needed, compared to the hectic weekend previous.  A fridge full of wasted food This sort of represents my week. Food going out of date; one night, I was so ex...