It feels like forever since I managed to sit down and type up a travel related post. Things have been a bit all over the place since we got back from our road trip in January. We’ve been living between three homes, co-hosting an Airbnb, finding work, gaining work and quitting, searching for appropriate farm jobs… you get the idea. Travel has been stagnant for the both of us, and considering we’ve been living in a bedroom for the majority of the last few months, finding inspiration for travel writing and photography has been non existent. I am however, happy to say that things are on the move again. Over the last two weeks or so, living out of a suitcase has been a must, and we’ve been preparing ourselves for our four month move to the middle of nowhere next week on Tuesday.
I wrote a piece titled ‘The Perfect Body Doesn’t Exist’ at some point last year which I regretfully deleted. The idea sprung to mind whilst on holiday in Greece, lying underneath a bright blue umbrella, surrounded by men and women all with different body shapes. At the moment, I’m lucky enough to be living near beautiful waters, the sun is always shining and I can wear shorts and bikinis more or less every single day. I feel a sense of happiness and motivation when I see women of all sizes walking around in clothes others might see as inappropriate, and women walking around in swimsuits and bikinis without any consideration of what people may think of them – it’s great. But what do you do when you don’t love what you’ve got?
How you guys doin’?! I’m writing this post entirely in the heat of the moment after spending an unhealthy amount of time scrolling through various blogs and being bitten to death by midges. But before I set off on yet another tangent or rant as you may call it, regarding the ‘blogosphere’, I’m aware that I am absolutely not a pro when it comes to this blogging malarkey, however I’ve been reading blogs for a number of years and I’ve dabbled in and out of writing for nearly two – it’s the only hobby I’ve sorta-kinda managed to stick to as an ‘adult’. But I felt vryyy frustrated and kinda sad after reading Hannah Gale’s post on the slow demise of blogging, and how platforms such as Instagram are quickly taking over the blogging industry.
I published this little gem a couple of weeks ago and I’m still feeling v overwhelmed with the response it received – 43 likes and 31 response wuutttt?! But I’ll be honest, despite the efforts of trying to come to terms with sharing my blog with people I know, I’ve still been struggling. Around a week ago I was living with two writers. One of them has her own column in a Mexican magazine, the other is a published author who has just rounded up a book tour around Australia. Both of them, having never met, spent hours talking about their love for writing and I had the benefit of proof reading Julieta’s latest article. But despite being around two people who clearly love writing as much as I do, I never told them that I write little pieces every single day and publish them on the internet.
Happy Sunday! I’m lying here sipping ice cold water, whilst tucking into squared crumpets, with a dog to my left and the sun is shining down on my legs (sunburn is inevitable), scrolling through a handful of ‘Sunday Reads’ from my favourite bloggers and quickly realised that these diary entered posts once a week are vast becoming my favourite to read. With the likes of What Olivia Did releasing a weekly newsletter and Stylonylon releasing a weekly ‘Sunday Edit’ – I’ve decided to give it a bash! My blog has always had a ‘diary style’ element to it – minus the pages of ‘I Love ?’ As one who struggles to talk directly about their feelings, I love how having a blog and having the freedom of writing allows me to pour my heart out to a bunch of strangers online – you’re fab!
Fun fact! The numbers on the bracelet above are actually my coordinates to home, a gift I received from my auntie and cousin during my leaving party last October! How cool is that?! Anyhoo, it seems so surreal to sit back and type this as the sun is setting in front of me whilst getting my butt into gear for tonights barbecue with friends – 16 year old Isobel would be so so proud of me right now. I spent today walking along a beach in Brisbane, editing photos on Lightroom and listening to the sound of nature from my bed with ‘My Dear Melancholy’ in the background. Being the ultimate stereotype of a homebody, I’m still amazed and also proud that I’ve managed to last so long away from my home, and being away from my family – the longest I’ve ever been away from home is two weeks with even that being a struggle!