I remember sitting on a secluded beach in a Brisbane suburb. We’d just received a phone call from a farm located in a rural town in Queensland. By this point we’d been looking for all types of work for over two months in all kinds of fields and received no luck. Restaurants and shops regularly refused to acknowledge us due to our visa only allowing us to work for six months in one company at a time, and the thought of fruit picking was too much to bare (for me). So I guess this left us with no choice but to look for other types of farm work instead.
Happy New Year! I’ve been eager to begin writing again for months and failed miserably at finding time to myself or to find any form of inspiration. Since taking on ‘blogging’ as a hobby almost three years ago, I never realised how therapeutic it was to sit down and write about something I’m truly passionate about or to even have the excuse to offload some thoughts and feelings into Pages on my laptop or Notes on my iPhone.