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Saturday 26 January 2013

Buckingham Palace


 I have just experienced my first week in London after waving goodbye to my beloved Australian summer! It was a bit hard to know what to do with myself this Australia day, not having access to my beautiful friends or the sun. I honestly can't recall a time where Australia Day wasn't celebrated in the usual fashion of sunny barbecues by the beach, always accompanied by many-a-beverage. My first week here has been spent both admiring my new surroundings, and mostly shopping (Oxford Circus blew my mind!). I got rid of almost everything I had to move over here with only one suitcase and start my wardrobe afresh when I arrived. Although my summer threads wouldn't have been much help to me in this climate, it has still been difficult for me to adjust to the style here. I miss being able to just throw on a dress in the morning and walk out the door without thinking. What I don't miss are the usual post-Aussie day traditions: nursing hangovers with McDonald's breakfast menu, tending to sunburn, scrubbing yourself raw until you've removed every trace of green and gold temporary tattoo you could plaster your face with... Instead, Jacob and I had plans to visit the Walk About- a pub that represents all things Aussie, but changed our minds when we rocked up to find the pub spilling over with people, already elbow to elbow. This year, we visited Buckingham Palace and I got my first glimpse of the London Eye. Not the usual Australia Day shenanigans, but still an amazing day getting acquainted with such an iconic location.

 I hope everyone at home had a good one celebrating, I miss you all!
xxx

Friday 18 January 2013

Hello, London.

Meet snowy, the unfortunate snowman. Yes, his eyes are blueberries, and yes, his nose is a chicken strip. 

I have shed tears, dragged bags, slept restlessly, finished a book, started a new one, watched countless in flight films, stared at the pages of enough Vogue magazines to make up half a years subscription, and been driven out of my mind by a screaming child for seven and a half hours, but I have made it. I am here. After enduring what was possibly the longest 21 hours of my life in the air, I am here. And it was so worth it. Today was my first day in London, and also my first snow fall. I woke battling jet lag but couldn't quite contain my excitement after taking a peak out of my bedroom window.  I've not experienced snow before in my life, but I could not think of a better welcome! There's something about the snow that is utterly mesmerising. There is such beauty in watching it fall and flurry in the wind, in the way it blankets roof tops and gardens and has the ability to turn everything  it touches into some pristine vision that belongs on a postcard. The feeling of finally being here is so surreal, but even more so is the feeling of being back by Jacob's side. After three months apart, I'm struggling to find words to describe just how blissful it was to see him waiting for me at the airport. Never in my life had I thought I would have the opportunity to do something like this! I am so stoked to be here and so ready to make the most of this adventure!

Monday 14 January 2013

So Long, Summer.



 

The long awaited time has come for me to wave goodbye to salty hair, sunkissed skin and the endless blue of the summer sky. This summer has passed by all to quickly in a haze of long walks home, late nights out and plenty of after-sun aloe. I've hastily arranged this first post for you all to celebrate some of my favourtie memories from this summer. To those who are dear to my heart, thank you for your ongoing love and support and for giving me the blessing of departing home with so many beautiful memories, you know who you are. To those who were daring enough to run wild with me, laugh with me and dance until the sun came up, I cannot wait to be back home to do it all again! To those waiting for me on the other side, I am only too excited to be reunited with you again. We are long overdue. It is with a heavy heart that I swap sand for snow, and bikinis for boots, but with a skip in my step that I pack my bags, board the plane and say, so long, summer.

xxx