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| PHOTOGRAPHY BY LILY QUIRIN |
Morning/ afternoon/ evening (whatever time you may be
reading this)!
It’s well and truly transitioning into “winter” here in
Brisbane, and when I say “winter” I’m referring to the period of a few months
when temperatures generally flutter between 10 and 20 degrees, with
lots of beautiful sunny days and cool winds. It’s not really winter on global
scale but as a human that is fueled by sunlight, mild warmth and clear skies,
it’s perfectly fine with me. I also love berets, coats and any excuse to
layer clothing in a quirky (albeit sometimes eccentric) way.
Lily and I took these photos a couple of weeks ago; after a
luxurious breakfast of copious amounts of avocado, grilled tomato and peppered
eggs. To me, there’s nothing better than cooking up a storm in the kitchen on a
Sunday morning and washing my brekky down with a coffee (or maybe three). These
photos perfectly represent what it’s like in Brisbane at the moment, and this
weather makes me deliriously happy, even when I’m stressed.
I’ve been slowly breaking out the sweaters, tights and
layer-able mini-skirts, replacing their spot in storage with my lovely summer
dresses and sandals. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but I know it’ll only be a
matter of months before I’ll pull them out again and excitedly exclaim to all
those around me “Oh wow! I remember this dress*! I just love it!” (*cough*
literally September is when the weather turns putrid once again and my hair
takes on electric-shock look thanks to humidity rearing it’s hideous head).
*can be interchanged for any summery clothing item really... ie, bikini, mini skirt, summer dress, basically anything that enables skin and sun contact.
Life has been pretty good lately – I find myself living for
the weekend though, as working full time has rendered me with a lot less time
to get other adulting things done… like laundry, keeping my room in a somewhat
organised state, going to the dentist/ doctor/ dermatologist, buying groceries,
calling my Mum (I have resorted to actually emailing her these days…just
because it’s easier, I swear I’m a good daughter!!) and still seeing all my
wonderful friends and of course, Max. I've been
reading a book on "Adulting" lately - the author claims to have been the one who coined the term from the
start, and based on what I have been reading in this said, step-by-step guide to
approaching and being in your twenties (or basically just legally allowed to
vote and all that jazz), she seems to be the expert on the matter. Being an
adult isn't what I thought it would be. I still feel very young, lost and
confused sometimes,
despite having a full time job, driving around in my car,
paying all my own bills, booking my own
appointments, trying to get my finances in shape (I need to lay off eating out
for a little bit I think... the main culprit is Grill'd and g&t's at bars....
$10 a pop adds up!) and making time for my my lovely friends and boyfriend. I remember as a kid
looking at a 21 year old and seeing them as someone who just knew what they were doing all the
time.
Adults had the answers, they had it ALL figured out. But
now that I'm here, living in this 21 year old body (don't get me wrong, it's lots of fun, and
I love life, but I don't know all the answers), you kinda just have to trust
your gut feeling and wing it. That's what Mum has taught me anyway, and she's
the best person I know so if I try and live life with her in mind, I should be
totally fine.
How are your lives going anyway? It's funny how quickly this
year has flown. I've been at my new job over five months now - which probably
means it's not really "new" anymore, and I've been dating Max for
four months (tomorrow actually!). The transition from being single to being in a
relationship was a surprisingly smooth one, and felt very natural which
reinforces how right everything has always felt with him. Each week we’ve been
trying to do at least one little date or outing so last Saturday
morning was spent eating pancakes at the Manor on Charlotte St in the CBD, then
we hopped on the ferry and sailed along the river for a bit before seeing the
latest Avengers movie. I never used to be a devout Marvel/ superhero movie fan;
I never read comics as a kid (except for Tin Tin and Asterix… amazing), but I
started going to the movies a lot more when I moved to Brisbane in 2015 and
with that came more and more cues to watch superhero films. The movie was amazing,
and if you were one of the clued in folk that stuck around after the credits
(ALL of them), you’ll be anticipating the arrival of Captain Marvel as much as
me. Another reason Max and I are so compatible is our shared love for films – it’s
funny, when he was single he would regularly go to the movies by himself, just
like I used to. He’s the only other person I know who did that and saw no issue!
I remember every time I would see a film solo (this was like, a weekly thing),
and my friends knew, they’d be like “How can you see a movie by yourself?? Don’t
you feel self-conscious that you’re alone??”, and I honestly never understood
this. Seeing films solo is great, I highly encourage it. Though I do love
seeing them with Max now too, especially when I can suffocate him with kisses
in the credits.
Anyway, I need to close this laptop lid and get some sleep. I'm typing this at 10pm on a Tuesday night - spin class killed me, and as much as I think I should wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning and go for a walk, I think a sleep in til 7am and a relaxed get-ready before work will be just as beneficial for my physical (and mental!) health. Sometimes the best form of self-care is to simply do nothing... just for a day. Wednesday's are often my low impact day... I think after work I'll head home, hit publish on this post (and you're reading it now!), knock back a couple of ROOIBOS teas (I do like to live quite... adventurously) and anticipate picking Max up from the gym. We haven't seen each other since Sunday... deprived would be an understatement, but at least I managed to do two loads of laundry and clean my room top to bottom in that time. Chicken soup is on the menu for dinner too tonight, followed by Mad Men and lots of laughter, because that's what happens when you put Max and I in the same room. Laughing. Constantly.
Ciao!
