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I’ve never seen a body that looks like that. There’s something peaceful about seeing your grandma dressed up and laid down all nice. This body was contorted, limbs in un-natural ways that they’re not meant to be, no face to the lifeless frame. His feet the same colour as mine, but covered in mud and […]
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Is it possible to get written out? I’m thinking more so than ever. Trying to savour every witty, intelligent word that enters one of my many untitled, unsaved word documents for the larger, more expectant audiences of Global Hobo. I’ve run out of things to say. Two weeks in, Bali has been no less […]
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Arriving home is a strange feeling, I think. Wellington is 6 hours behind yet a day ahead of LA, and (give or take) 20 degrees colder. I have never once woken up full of beans at 6am – but I did today. I’m a week behind on Uni, and three months behind on some level […]
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T plus 2 days, and if we are looking it from a black and white perspective, I’m an adult. I neither look nor feel remotely adultish, but by default, I am one. I have spent my past two weeks living somewhat of a nomadic-ish lifestyle; drifting between friends, family, Disneyland, and alone time. I will […]
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I find travel writing to be a strange specification. I mean, yes, it’s what I am currently right now trying to do but I’m still trying to find a way of doing so without using “and today I saw…” I have a tendency to waffle, and repeat myself, and talk about cliche things such as […]
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A sunny Sunday in England is an extreme rarity. One should spend such a Sunday out in Brighton with an ice cream or in Hyde Park with a good book. One should not spend such a Sunday sleeping off a raging, self induced and regret filled hangover as many others have before her. It all […]
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I started my blog as ‘an adventure to twenty’ as if suddenly turning twenty would force me into adulthood. I guess that is a naivety in myself stopping me from achieving adulthood itself. I may have mentioned before my love of the idea of never stopping learning (does this sentence even make grammatical sense?). These past […]
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Yesterday I visited a concentration camp. Europeans have a strong tendency not to shy away from their past; they make these dark parts of their history known in order to educate for our future. It reminded me of something my mum said recently, in regards to ANZAC day, that we shouldn’t be celebrating our place […]
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It’s inevitable really. You go to a holiday city and spend the majority of your time on the beach. You’re mixing with a similar sort of crowd in each city. You spend your days shopping and drinking mojitos. You get a tan. It was never my intention to come to Europe on holiday. I am […]
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I value honesty. I feel honesty is something worth achieving. Honesty in your work, honesty in your relationship, truthfulness to yourself. It really matters. I would be being dishonest if I were to deny falling in love with Europe in the past five days. I always cared for the idea of Europe, the romantic lifestyle […]
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