Mmmm, The Melbourne air brushing my golden coasted skin.
From swimming in my own pool of sweat to dropping $150 on a STUSSY jacket for the next burst of minus 20 degree winds, Melbourne was where the heart was at.
I'm not sure if it was because I was in such a traumatic stage of my life, or if it were the over populated, beautifully crafted buildings that were filled with countless men and women with a dream like I.
Either way, if you read my previous blogs from my journey to Melbourne City in 2016 you can see my experiences there.
The last place I had travelled was by far one of the most inspiring, life alternating trips of my life - Canberra.
Unfortunately, I travelled to the land of news and politicians just days after I returned from Melbourne. Every inch of my body is vibrating like magnets. I am itching to remind myself of what else is to offer out there.
Like the library I stood in the midsts of in Melbourne, I want to look down and see what it is I am so passionate about. To have that overwhelming feeling of drive and knowing the potential that I do hold within.
Like reading a book I had never read before and falling miserably in love with every word of every chapter.
Travelling hasn't always been a source of escape. But, a way to share with those closest to me, the same feelings.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone feels the same way.
Does anyone become sickly addicted to being somewhere else?
I remember in 2015 when everything had first gone down with my mother and her addictions; I'd mourn the old me and pray every night that one day soon someone would take me away.
If it hadn't been for that family of Saints, I think I would have of lost my sanity all together.
After 5 or so months of wallowing in my depression and becoming nearly immobilised because of it, she took her daughters, my brother and I on an adventure to Stradbroke Island.
There my brother and I were able to find closure.
We were able to openly tell each other what was going on and why we had both felt so abandoned by each other and our family.
Our tears fell, and bodies touched and I will always appreciate my brother for that moment. Some of the words he spoke still hang in the front of my mind.
"Everyone has a choice, Samara".
Oh brother, I miss you. Your wise words and constant support I admit, I was blinded to see it.
Make sure every step you take has purpose; or else, why waste a perfectly good life lesson?
From swimming in my own pool of sweat to dropping $150 on a STUSSY jacket for the next burst of minus 20 degree winds, Melbourne was where the heart was at.
I'm not sure if it was because I was in such a traumatic stage of my life, or if it were the over populated, beautifully crafted buildings that were filled with countless men and women with a dream like I.
Either way, if you read my previous blogs from my journey to Melbourne City in 2016 you can see my experiences there.
The last place I had travelled was by far one of the most inspiring, life alternating trips of my life - Canberra.
Unfortunately, I travelled to the land of news and politicians just days after I returned from Melbourne. Every inch of my body is vibrating like magnets. I am itching to remind myself of what else is to offer out there.
Like the library I stood in the midsts of in Melbourne, I want to look down and see what it is I am so passionate about. To have that overwhelming feeling of drive and knowing the potential that I do hold within.
Like reading a book I had never read before and falling miserably in love with every word of every chapter.
Travelling hasn't always been a source of escape. But, a way to share with those closest to me, the same feelings.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone feels the same way.
Does anyone become sickly addicted to being somewhere else?
I remember in 2015 when everything had first gone down with my mother and her addictions; I'd mourn the old me and pray every night that one day soon someone would take me away.
If it hadn't been for that family of Saints, I think I would have of lost my sanity all together.
After 5 or so months of wallowing in my depression and becoming nearly immobilised because of it, she took her daughters, my brother and I on an adventure to Stradbroke Island.
There my brother and I were able to find closure.
We were able to openly tell each other what was going on and why we had both felt so abandoned by each other and our family.
Our tears fell, and bodies touched and I will always appreciate my brother for that moment. Some of the words he spoke still hang in the front of my mind.
"Everyone has a choice, Samara".
Oh brother, I miss you. Your wise words and constant support I admit, I was blinded to see it.
Make sure every step you take has purpose; or else, why waste a perfectly good life lesson?
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