Fraser Island has always been a must visit for the both of us. We’d heard so much about it; the island, the indigenous history, and of course, the opportunity to explore the biggest sand island in the world while driving a 4×4. Booking a trip has never been easy for Jack and I – it takes us days or even weeks to actually decide on exactly what we’re doing, how to do it and what tour company to go with when it comes to booking a trip! In the end, we were swept in by a cool dude named Mike from Peter Pans in Byron Bay and ended up booking a two night, three day tag along tour with Dingo’s from Rainbow Beach.
I turn 24 in June, by now I thought I’d have my shit together; how wrong was I. Seeing people my age, whether it being close friends, family or my partner doing so well, I find it difficult to comprehend that I’m still stuck in a bubble I simply cannot burst and haven’t been able to since I was around eighteen.
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.
A thirteen month long journey to the most spectacular, unique and beautiful country located 24 hours away from home, Australia. An adventure so incredible and inspiring yet so complicated. Australia is without doubt, a country I feel everyone should visit if they are given the opportunity. I’ve been living back at home for over a month now and over the course of the next few months, I’ve been eager to share my experiences and photographs from the Land Down Under.
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.