First Sunset

Today we landed in our first travelers destination, after a total of 20 odd hours of catching trains, planes and various public transport Eloise and I arrived in Perth.

It took us a little longer than expected to get through customs, as my passport decided not to scan to let me through, thus creating the false image of myself being taken down by police and sniffer dogs. Airport customs are so nervy.. Turns out I had moved whilst the eye scanner was working on me..and I am not an undercover criminal with disease (Australian boarders are tight with Ebola at the moment, so you have to answer questions ect) Oops, oh well more to learn for the future! .

Once we stepped foot outside of the airport, Perth’s warm winds wrapped me tightly welcoming me into it’s lands. Eloise’s family are so lovely and homely, they drove us through the city to see the huge towers, then to their own home on the edge of Perth. A palette of greens, browns and yellows flood the surroundings.

Palm trees struggle in the thick heat, while houses stand tall against the sun. Although rather overcast, Perth still shines through. A swim is the only way out, and it was so refreshing after 16 hours on a plane. I also met some new people that Eloise and I will be going out with on student night this coming Wednesday (who would have guessed I’ll be going out on a Perth student night?) – they’ve said to show us Perth and cheap beer. Can’t wait!

With a tasty Australian pale ale and fish and chips in hand, we experience our first sunset. It’s glorious and looks as if it has been painted, with brush strokes of oranges, golds, blues and lushness. Something that I can’t get enough of..

I’m writing this blog entry sat in a very comfy bed waiting for my jet lag to overcome me. Whilst we were sat in a bar earlier listening to Eloise’s cousin sing, tiredness picked me up and swooped me right off of my feet. For now I need to sleep and get into my new travelers time, listening to the Australian crickets and birds out the window behind me. The house has just had been ‘spider proofed” recently, as we would rather not have any of those nasty red backs wanting to cuddle up with us..
Fishing awaits me tomorrow, no swimming though as sharks are in all of these waters, shame as Eloise was keen to bring her bikini.

One day in and I already love Perth!






I could write sentences about you forever, stringing them together like daisies on a chain of careless smiles, I could draw handwritten letters fashioned just for you, I see you and I see the space between your nose and your lips, the marble spheres of wonder if your eyes, I see you sir because you are bold and beautiful just like the ink my hand writes in, unraveling and unfolding the justice that is just us, o’ sir you allow me to flow like a river into an artist’s head of dreams, rolling in canvas’ of green hills that just make me want to shout, my muse, my cliché muse, how you are so wonderful, my cells absorb your rarity and richness like nutrient fresh from earth,  you are the gesture between chords, so melodic with your strong arms of love and spears only you I can hear, only you I could perform paragraphs, sentances, words, letters, shapes, pictures towards,  a bear of symmetrical artistry, you make me feel like enjambment between lines of a poem, a growing fullness of life spilling, spilling onto the next adventure, oh sir sir sir.

Finally, my first writing triumph!

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my old writing

   Well, where do I start? I feel so overjoyed it’s almost silly, especially because it’s due to my own writing for  once.
As I am off traveling soon, I have been searching and tidying through my belongings. Whilst rummaging, I found an old box under my bed. In it were three very special notebooks. 
One of which, is my ‘Leaver’s book’ from school. I had stuck loads of silly, old photographs in of friends and I at school, and had managed to urge everyone to sign it with memories, drawings and writing. Reading back on it has made me realise one very important thing in my life so far: My friends are still with me.
That book is nearly three or four years old now, and I am so lucky to still be apart of or even be in contact with half of the beautiful people that signed it. I just love the thought that no matter what life has thrown at my friends and I, we are all still so close. It’s so uplifting.

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One of the many weird drawings I have done

Now, the other two notebooks used to be very dear to me. One of which is a large leather drawing book, with loads of doodles, quotes and weird poems I have written. Looking back through it I can actually remember where I was when I had written these entries, and the feelings I had endured.
The final book, is a smaller leather notepad which I have written as if it were a diary. What is so amazing is that I have entries from when I was sixteen! Considering I’m nineteen now, it’s so amazing that I can look back on my naive self. All of my writing revolves around my sensitivity, my perception and the equations my sixteen-year-old self was trying to solve.
So, what is my triumph in all of this? Well, I have always wanted to be able to look back on my past writings from years ago, and have realised that this is it. I have achieved one of my writing goals! I have now physically seen my emotions change, myself grow through the perception of art. I can’t stop smiling!
In this notebook I have entries from 2012, 2013 and 2015. Including my transitions from 16-17, 17-18 and my present 19 year old self about to embark on a traveling adventure.

This is all so overwhelming, I love it! I’ve finally achieved success in the form of art!

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Full of emotional scribbling out..

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Underwater photos on my new camera from the other day. A beautiful winter in 2014, it was so calm and blue. Completely relaxed me as always, thanks Mother Nature.