Too much time to think

There is nothing like not being able to leave the airport and being stuck for 5 hours in Tokyo that really starts to make you think about everything.

About how I want to travel more this year.

About how I want to take more chances.

About how I want to really start living my life.

Didn't help that this song came up on my ipod while I am staring out a huge window at planes and tiny tiny cars.

Life's for the living, so live it... or you're better off dead!

Aussie Out
xo

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My bags are packed and I'm ready to go...

Time flies when you are having fun and this has never been more true.

Today is my last day in Australia until I don't know when.

The last time in my bed, the last time in my car, the last time using dollars, the last time I get to see my Sister.

I wish I could say that I got to do everything that I wanted to do on my trip but I can't.

I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to.  I didn't get to eat all the foods on my Aussie food list.  I didn't get to go places that I miss.

But I figure that is just a great reason to come back again.

But what I did manage to do was amazing.

I saw a lot of my friends.

I spent New Years twerking at the tv as the fireworks went off.

I went to the zoo.

I went to see Dirty Dancing the musical.

I took full advantage of the boxing day sales.

Most importantly I got to be around my family.

This isn't going to help with being homesick and saying goodbye is going to suck.

But cya Sydney.  I shall see you again!

Aussie Out
xo

Family Shot!

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My Australian Haul

1. This dress.  Its light and pretty and I'm sure if I pair it with tights and a cardi I can still rock it out in London.

2. I needed a new carry on bag for my flight back.  Once I saw this bag I knew that I needed it.  I have an obsession with feathers and this bag is just perfect!

3. These PJs.  I am obsessed with Peter Alexander PJs.  They are just the most comfortable things in the world and thanks to after Christmas sales, much more affordable.

4. This dressing gown which is also Peter Alexander.  I fully plan to live in this.. and its so pretty.

5. Well here it is.  The microphone I will be starting my podcasts with.  Not the best but hopefully it will work out for what I need it for.

6. This laptop case that I needed for my flight.  Simple and classy.... not like me :)

7. These light comfortable pants and a couple of t-shirts for when the weather gets a bit warmer in London (I have already worn the pants and I'm in love with them.)

8. Excuse the blurry photo.. I was so excited that I actually had these shoes again.  So comfortable and will be my go to walking shoes (stay tuned as I might actually go out and buy more)

9. Kimono jacket that I'm slightly in love with.  I know I won't be wearing it a lot, but I needed it.

10. A standard in every girls underwear draw is bonds undies.  I will not be showing you but they are super pretty and comfy.

11. A new journal.

12. Flat shoes.  Opened toe is more for Australia but I'll keep them safe until summer again and my black ballet flats in London are dying so I got some new ones.

13. A staple in every Australian diet is chicken salt.  I ordered some online and had to give it to my workmates when I left to come home as they didn't want to have plain chips anymore.  So I brought me some more.

14. My Christmas pressies.  A girl can never have too much perfume and earrings!

So I may or may not have a shopping problem.  Whoops!

Aussie out

xo

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Road Rage!

After arriving back home, it took me all of 5 hours to get back in my car and start driving.

I always missed my car and its amazing ability to turn me into a lazy person who liked to listen to cheesy music way to loud.

While I am still that loud cheesy music loving fool, I feel like I have lost some of my lazy.

What I have discovered that I also have not lost is my road rage.

All of 5 minutes into my rage I was screaming out my standard car insult "YOU CLOWN!" to a person who randomly braked for no reason.

Weaving in and out of traffic like an expert, and giving death stares to people who were going 50ks in a 60 zone.

I forgot that I changed into a driving demon once I sit behind the wheel of my car.

One thing the demon within has forgotten however, is to park.  As it took me 4 attempts to parallel park outside my house tonight, she wasn't so cocky after that.

Maybe its a good thing I don't drive in London!

Aussie out
xo

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Happy New Year!

So 2014 was a good year.

Sure I've had some down moments but on the whole, its been a good one.

I got a job where I met some amazing people who I will be friends with for a very long time no matter where in the world we are.

I've had some amazing parties where even though sometimes I don't remember everything that happened, I know it was a great night.

I went to my first festival which just happened to be Glastonbury (can't get much better than that.)

I was a witness to my friend get married and I see how much she is in love every time she talks about her husband.

I have formed a great little family with my housemates whom I know I will be friends with forever!

So I am going to set myself goals for 2015.  They are not resolutions cos I know some of them I won't do and I don't want to be a failure straight off the bat.

1. Finally make up my mind about whether or not I want to stay in London.
2. Travel more.
3. Tick off more things on my London bucket list.
4. Really try and get into a radio career.
5. Take a photo every day.
6. Start my 5 year memory book that Charlotte got me for Christmas.
7. Go to Glastonbury again (make sure I have a working air mattress.)
8. Do something that scares me.  (Staying in London doesn't count)
9. Try and stay in contact with my Australian friends more.
10. Try and attempt to start cooking for myself more often (not microwave meals.)

2015 is going to be a great year.  I know because I will make it one!

Hope everyone had a great holiday period, let 2015 begin.

Aussie out
xo

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Aussie in Aussie-land

Well this time last week I was sneaking out of the house, trying not to make any sound and wake my housemates up.  Heading to the airport to spend Christmas in the sun.

Now its a week later and I am still kinda jet lagged (however this morning I woke up at 6:50 and now my usual 2:30am so I think its getting under control). 

I am lying down in my old bed (so comfy), in my summer pjs, listening to birds out my window instead of sirens, but let me take you back through my journey home so far.

I got to Heathrow with no problems.  I was slightly early, but managed to check in straight away and as I wasn't feeling to well had to set my alarm on my phone incase I fell asleep (which I did so yay for thinking ahead).  I got on my plane and was annoyed to find out that I had a window seat when I asked for  an isle seat but then discovered that it didn't matter as I was fast asleep before the plane had even taken off.  I think the first half of the flight I was awake for about an hour (out of an 8 hour flight).  

We landed in Dubai to re-fuel the plane and even though I was getting on the exact same plane, in the exact same seat, I had to go through security checks again which is my worst nightmare.  Every time I go through the metal detectors, I go off.  I have a bangle that sets the alarms off every time.  Well that's simple enough right?  Take it off!  Well it doesn't come off.  It is stuck on my wrist until the end of time so YAY for airport security.  The last time I went through Dubai security they didn't realise this and they took me into a room to search me before realising that Oh its just the bangle.  So with a heavy heart I walked through the metal detectors.  BEEP BEEP BEEP.  But I don't know if it was because I looked so sick and tired, or the fact that it was just super busy, the guy took pity on me when I explained why it was beeping and let me go.  Silver linings.  

After a short stop over, I was back on the plane, and discovered that I now had 2 french school girls next to me and realised that the next 11 hours were not going to be fun.  So naturally I just went back to sleep.  11 or so hours later I found myself on Australian soil once more.  Only problem.  I was in Melbourne and I live in Sydney.  It was 10pm at night and I needed to wait until 6am the next morning for a flight to Sydney.  I think in those hours I went a little crazy.  I found some good wifi so that kept me amused for a while but it got to the point where I turned to photo booth on my computer to keep my amused.  It's not a pretty sight, but it those photos will be included in the video that I am making about my trip.

So I eventually get on a plane from Melbourne and get to Sydney where my sister and brother in law were waiting with a sign that they made welcoming me home.

I got back to the house, had a shower and very quickly found myself back in my car and driving around Sydney like I had never left.

I am slowly meeting up with all my friends, and it is a lovely feeling watching everyone get so excited to see you and want to know all your stories about the last year of your life.

It has been cloudy since I landed and everyone is claiming that I have brought the London weather over here with me (which suits me just fine) but I have big plans to go to the beach, the zoo (stay tuned for pictures of kangaroos and koalas) and continue my shopping adventures in the boxing days sales (wow I have spent too much money)

But for now, I am going to continue to sit under my fan, and plan where I am going to eat and shop next.

It's good to be home.

Aussie Out

xo

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Christmas Boyfriend Part 2

Ok so here is the truth.

He is 7 years younger than I am.

I am a cougar I know.

But there is something about him. 

He is cheeky, funny, a fool.

He reminds me of being in school and if a boy likes you, they are mean to you.  That is exactly what he does.  He walked past and gives me the finger.  He messes up my hair.  He tells me how terrible I look.  And then he will wink at me, blow me a kiss and slap my behind as I walk past.

Needless to say, I was unsure about how our first date would turn out.  

What I didn't expect for him to be so damn sweet.  

He paid for everything.  It was just going to be us going for a drink and hanging out, but he insisted on going to the movies which was fine (but kinda made it seem like a real date).  He opened doors for me and had perfect manners.  We shared a cheeky little kiss in the movies but he didn't try and shove him tongue down my throat.  We simply had a little cuddle and watched the movie.  No expectations.  Once the movie was over we went to McDonalds because everywhere else was busy, just to sit down and talk.  After chatting for a good couple of hours he hits me with this cheesy line that had me on the floor.

Him: "I've got good and bad news, which do you want first?"

Me: "Bad news"

Him: "I'm really sorry but i'm super tired so I think I'm going to have to call it a night."

Me" Thats cool.  What's the good news?"

Him" You are really beautiful."

He is the first guy to actually call me beautiful to my face and I actually believed it.

So when we tried to make plans for date number 2, we came into a pickle.  As time was limited, due to my flights, we figured the only chance we would be able to get together was at a friends farewell party.  So we agreed that he would be my plus 1 and we would sort out the other details later on.

A couple of days after that, his Dad (who also works with us #notawkwardright?) pulled me aside.  His Dad is also a security guard and looked so scary when he told me not to lie to him but did I go out with his son.  When I told him I did, he asked me if i liked him because he liked me.  He then continue to try and convince me to move up North and marry his son, because he needs a good girl in his life like me.

So you know, this was moving a lot faster than I thought it would of.

When Friday came around, i agreed to pick him up from work as he had no idea where he was going.  I bumped into his Dad, who kind of gave me a strange look of corrupting his son because he was leaving work early, and his boss, who tried to make me feel bad for making him leave work.

We got to the party and had a great night, until the next day.

I agreed to take him to work as he has a fear of the tube and I'm not mean enough to force him to figure it out on his own.  As we left each other, he told me he would message me later.  As he had no working phone, and from his actions from last year, I told him that he wouldn't but that I appreciated the lie.

Now here I am... on the other side of the world, and he is actually messaging me back.  

Stupid men aren't meant to be this hard.

Aussie out

xo

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