Before I Die I Want To ____________ .

Last night I had dinner with five of my girlfriends. Some I have known since I was 7 years old, others I met in high school when I was 12. Our lives have all taken different directions, and I don’t see them all the time, but when we do see each other, it’s like no time at all has passed. I laughed my ass off, and it felt great. … Keep reading…

Following Your Dream Is Hard Work

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You could say Tyrhone and I are at a low point in our dream planning… I mean, we’re still trying to remain positive, thanks to the amazing adventure ahead of us (and at least a year of not working, yeeha!) but there is a hell of a lot of work to do before we actually get on that plane… Selling The House As I write this, rain is pelting down outside, which I have a great view of thanks to the crystal … Keep reading…

A Day On The Bibbulmun Track

When my work friend Craig said he had been walking the Bibbulmun track, I got excited. I had heard a lot about the track, my Mum had even walked some of it, but I hadn’t been able to drag Tyrhone along to explore it. The Bibbulmun meanders from Kalamunda, an outer suburb of Perth, all the way to Albany in the south-west of Western Australia, almost 1000km in length. Whilst I wasn’t planning on seeing it all, I did want to check it out, and since I … Keep reading…

Why We’re Changing Our Lives To Travel

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Ok, so in the last two months, we officially decided to pursue our dream of long-term, indefinite travel. It’s a dream that would not be possible had a few ducks not lined up in a nice little row. A few of the other ducks needed some stern words a bit of old-fashioned brute force. Now that they’re lining up nicely, I thought it might be time for me to clarify what we’re doing and why we’re doing it. … Keep reading…

An Over-Eater’s Guide to Ubud, Bali

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I met my Mum at our accommodation in Ubud. I had been on a yoga retreat for a week, and Mum was flying in from Perth. I had booked a home-stay in a small village just outside town, called Lod Tunduh, and though my driver had assured me that he knew where that was, he didn’t. I was a ball of anxiety when I arrived at Pondok Langon (meaning house on the rice field), mainly because it had taken me two and a half hours to make … Keep reading…

Turning 30- A Search For Meaning In Varanasi, Part 3 & 4

You may like to read part one and two first… The December evening air had dropped in temperature along with the sun. Tyrhone sensed my sadness, though he had tried to laugh off the uncomfortable conversation with Raju. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said and my heart swelled. “Really?” I asked, expecting him to talk me out of it. We still hadn’t said it, but we both knew what the elephant in the room was. We wanted to buy … Keep reading…

Turning 30- A Search For Meaning in Varanasi, Part Two

You may find it helpful to read yesterday’s part one… Later that night, we met up with Raju, who rowed us down the river again, never seeming to tire of explaining the sites along the way. He was taking us to see the Aarti ceremony at the main ghat, where we would watch from the river, as the performers chanted, rang bells, played drums and danced with large candle sticks (I’m sure they have a special name). The ritual is … Keep reading…

Turning 30- A Search For Meaning in Varanasi, Part One

This is the first installment of a four part series about my journey to Varanasi, where I celebrated my thirtieth birthday… I turned 30 in India. In the holy, chaotic, colourful, and surprising city of Varanasi. It’s not a coincidence that I celebrated this milestone in a place where pilgrims flock from all over India and the world. I suppose I was on a pilgrimage of my own, though  refused to admit it for fear of sounding clichéd. It was a time … Keep reading…

The Fear of Selling Up

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I’ve mentioned before that Tyrhone and I are selling our apartment to allow us to follow our dream of long-term, indefinite travel and adventure, and on days like today, the idea totally freaks me out.  But this is something that we have wanted to do for a long time, and when my company offered voluntary redundancy to anyone that wanted it, it was as if the universe was speaking to me saying, “it’s now, or never.” Never is too horrible a thought to … Keep reading…