“Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. Sometimes it hurts, but when you are Real you don’t mind being hurt. It doesn’t happen all at once…slowly you become. [And] Once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
–Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
It has been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, and it hasn’t been for a lack of ideas. I attempted to follow a direction with writing that didn’t sit well with my inner self. Let’s be honest, it didn’t work. I am not a travel blogger. I’m no good at creating guides and I cannot make itemized lists about the top camping/hiking/scenic/roadtrip options in the country. What I am good at is emotions, and lately I have been having plenty of them.
What I concocted in mind for my Aussie adventure was so far from reality that the situation has literally chewed me up, spit me out, and left me grovelling in bed for weeks (aside from salsa dancing obviously). The emotions intertwined inside me to the point that I could not even decipher whether I was angry, upset, anxious, elated (all of the above) or as a result of what (me, myself, and I). Moving down under didn’t just physically flip me upside down, but completely scrambled my internal compass as well.
So here I am, starting anew. The previous posts have been cached deep in the dark and dismal RAM of my laptop as I try to redetermine the direction of my blog and of my life. The new ones will be short and sweet, I promise but I need you to stick with me while I have a go at it. It may not be pretty but this time it will be authentic.