I’m still getting used to summer in the Southern Hemisphere and being able to hang out at the beach on Christmas and on my February birthday while the rest of the world seems to be bemoaning winter.
July and August saw me escaping Sydney’s winter as much as I could manage. It’s by no means intolerable or even unpleasant (think 60F mostly-sunny days, often with wind), but I really struggle with it after several months of hot beach days.
Welp, I think it’s safe to say that the more distracted I get with weekend trips, road trips, and other adventures, the worse I am about blogging and Instagramming and even reading.
One of the very first things I noted when I moved to Sydney on a work & holiday visa a few years ago was that on Sundays, there’s a $2.60 cap on public transport for the whole day.
I think March and April can best be described as the much-needed calm after the January/February storm. With the stress and life admin BS that accompanies housing drama finally behind me, my new flatmate moved in and I got serious about making this apartment my own.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d live in a beautiful apartment just minutes from one of the world’s most beautiful beaches, but such is the life I seem to have manifested for myself.