I'm not a jetsetter. I like the romantic idea of exploration and self-discovery but I hate the idea of waiting around in airports and packing.
In Dec 2017, I went to the South Coast with my friends, renting out a holiday home. We explored the beaches around the area, saw the Kiama Blowhole and went to Berry and the Kangaroo Valley. It was the perfect time and place to unwind. Wine and cheese was perhaps the highlight but I don't drink much.
My favourite memory from this trip was gathering in one of the rooms and having one of my friends read our Korean Saju automated fortunes and translating that for us. We all sat on the bed, listening to our potential futures. 2018 was predicted to be a mixed year for me and indicated a number of changes. It predicted a brief love affair, which never happened, but I ended up opening myself to things I never thought I would have.
I moved to country Australia for a year, and for New Year's 2018, I decided to spend that time in Melbourne (being the closest metro city) and do a solo trip with the sole purpose of being a tourist. I spent time I went to Brighton for the bathing boxes, but St Kilda won my heart (and I'd love to go back). I spent a morning looking at the collections that the National Gallery of Victoria had, finally utilising that Myki card I bought from my last trip.
I like the idea of moving to Melbourne to live but that might be the rose-tinted glasses talking. There's a sense of familiarity being in a metropolitan environment, having grown up in Sydney, but a sense of adventure knowing there's a whole new city to explore.
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