As I’ve mentioned before, a writer’s homework is reading.
Since moving to Australia, I made the conscious decision to incorporate more Australian literature into my homework routine. This also doubles as a measure of my cultural competency: where once I used to trip over “textas” and “trackie dacks,” I’ve now mastered many of Australia’s colloquialisms. (I think) thats a good thing.
At the recommendation of one of my housemates, I dove into Jennifer Down’s Our Magic Hour, an aerial view of life after loss.
In an exchange between the protagonist, Audrey, and her partner, Nick, Audrey is scolded with a hard-hitting metaphor:
“Your religion is other people’s happiness. It’s absurd.”
Yes, this post is inspired by a Justin Bieber song and no, I’m not sorry.
A few months ago I posted this photo–cheekily captioned “Love your self(ie)”–to Instagram:
Now that we’ve covered the nagging issue of packing, let’s delve into the fun stuff: traveling!
Something to know about me is that no matter where in the world I find myself, every four to six months the ground will tickle my feet and I’ll know it’s time to pack my bags and go exploring. An unequivocal First World Problem, I know…
When I shared with friends back home that I could feel the all-too-familiar travel bug biting, I received the same response on repeat:
In my last post I hinted at adding two fancy new stamps to my passport: Sri Lanka and the Republic of Maldives. Cue celebratory “Woo Girl” giddiness.
Today, I’m writing to you from Gulhi, a Maldivian island (population: 800) about an hour south of the national capital of Malé. The rain chased me out of my beachfront lounge chair and into my room, so I figured it’s high time for a bit of travel blogging.
To ward off reader fatigue, I’ve decided to break up my travels into a series of blog posts. As is storytelling etiquette, let’s start at the beginning. To kick things off, I’m tackling the necessary evil of any jet-setting adventure: packing.
…and we’re back!
Sorry for the hiatus, everyone. True to my introvert nature, I needed time off to recharge after spending 31 days unable to distinguish where my fingers ended and the keyboard began.
Originally, I was sure I’d spend the final day of my personal blogging challenge waxing poetically about the wins, struggles, and lessons learned. By the time I reached the finish line, though, I was too exhausted to know what I thought.
Over the past two weeks, I’ve reverted back to “business as usual;” amidst all the life living and trip planning (Sri Lanka and the Maldives, here I come!), a handful of little gemstones crystallized into four big ideas: