free lady in melbourne

Just wanted to follow that cheery post. I had an amazing four days in Melbourne. This is the first time I've travelled sans parents. It's funny how a collection of days where nothing monumental happened can add up to an important experience. It's only this year that I started to think seriously about travelling and this trip just reignited that passion.

To be able to wander and to not know where you are. To be able to meet people you never would have met. Something about travelling makes you more adventurous and daring. It makes you want to do things you never would normally do. I love that feeling.

Me and my sister walked through the laneways of rainy Melbourne and it was so much fun and such a shock to the system. Perth is so quiet- I did not fully appreciate how true that statement was until my trip. When we got back I felt we were living in a zombie town. Melbourne is also a lot more trendy and polished. All the girls were very fashionable- I had serious shoe envy.

At the same time it makes me appreciative of how peaceful Perth can be. We have amazing beaches, a very relaxed atmosphere and less traffic. My friends and family are here. It's where I grew up.

I can't wait to travel outside of Australia, it makes me giddy just thinking about it.

I was made for sunny days

The thing about growing up is that it is no big deal. Actually, it becomes no big deal. Everything that happens in life, all the events that you have pictured for so long are surprisingly normal when it eventually happens. Graduating highschool, being able to wear whatever you fancy, having a job. Everything that seemed like such a big step when you were a child, that were so monumental becomes mundane. There is no thrill, no excitement. There isn't that feeling of something new. I guess that's what people miss about being a child- the wonder, the discovery.

This isn't some rant about how growing up sucks. Growing up isn't good or bad, it's just inevitable. Sometimes it feels like a loss. Nothing surprises you anymore. I feel so blase about everything. I have emotions sure, but nothing is a shock anymore. You can tell me something and I doubt I'd be horrified. I feel like I've heard all the horrible things there are to hear. People do shitty things to one another, that's just something you have to be prepared for.

It's not all bad though, this isn't a John Hughes movie. Obviously growing up has its moments. The freedom, the ability to be inspired and to think. To go out and to be independent. Sometimes it's hard to remember that though.

Just a thought. A slightly depressing, melancholy thought.