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!
Ohh, Byron Bay – the greatest location in Australia; I can’t begin to explain how much I bloody love the place. My first visit was back in January during a brief hour long visit at the end of our road trip back to Brisbane from The Great Ocean Road; instantly falling in love with the beautiful New South Wales coastal town. Although we only drove through the main town and spent most of our time eating leftover barbecue food on the beach (whilst on dog watch, obv) – I knew this place was special and I’d be eager to visit again and again. Excitedly, me and Jack loaded our car last weekend with a handful of camping gear and snacks, and set off to Cape Byron for three nights. Of course, this trip is a blog post in itself which I can’t wait to share on here next week – hopefully.
I find it incredibly difficult to switch off from the real world and on social media; when I do my head is still weighed down by pointless shit that happened 10 years ago, such as my favourite bike being stolen when I was little. Recently my head has been all over the place and I’ve been in need of chill time for quite sometime now. I knew exactly where I was going wrong; life does can become difficult and we can let it all get on top of us, eventually becoming too much. But it can take a while to come to the realisation that the person who was causing this stress, was me.