The photo might be a dead giveaway, but if you guessed that I’m about to talk about travel insurance (which I’m sure you did, because you’re a smart cookie), well… you’re right!
Remember when I said I’d joined a netball team and that epic athletic fails were on the horizon? It turns out I’m a bit of a prophet: it only took three games before I was being helped off the court by an ump, my ankle (and my pride) battered and bruised.
You may be wondering: what the heck is netball, anyway? I’ll tackle that in a future post, but here’s the Reader’s Digest version: netball is basketball without dribbling, backboards, or (much) contact.
Friends and healthcare workers alike have since reassured me that “doing your ankle” in netball is something of an Australian initiation, proof that you’re successfully integrating into local culture.
I must say, my fat ankle and I are feeling mighty patriotic… and a wee bit pathetic.
…a photo walk, that is.
Believe it or not, it has been four months since I last set foot on Canadian soil. This is officially the longest I’ve been away from home. After receiving some very exciting news today, homesickness did do its best to get me down, but I set an intention for myself early on to do everything in my power to live in the moment and appreciate the incredible opportunity before me here in Australia.
In a perfect world, I would have been blogging my way around this beautiful country over the past sixteen weeks, but we don’t live in a perfect world.
As a compromise, I thought I’d take you on a photographic journey of how the Little Writer has spent her time in this Big World.
Alright, let’s get moving!
Last night I took in my first ever Australian Football League (or AFL… or Aussie rules… or footy) game at the Melbourne Cricket Grounds (or the MCG… or the G).
Notice a pattern here?
Much like yesterday, the lateness of today’s post is the result of shirking my usual routine. Oops 2.0.
Unlike yesterday, however, I have a much better and more exciting excuse.
Over the course of a lifetime, we build a collection and label it “Important.” Important People. Important Ideas. Important Items. Important Places.
I never would have guessed that Australia – and, more specifically, a quaint little oceanside town of 8,000 Victorians – would become an Important Place.