Thoughts on Travels | York 26-07-2017

It took about an hour and a half to get to York from Bradford. And then another 20 minutes or so to walk to my first stop which was The Shambles.

The old streets and overhanging buildings, the cobbled streets and swinging signs gave a certain feel to the whole area. It reminded me just how old the history of England really is. I’m sure that if I were to return of a nighttime, or a foggy time I would love it even more. I can already feel the fog twisting around my ankles.

After a good jaunt about the town, I headed off to my next stop which was the York Castle Museum. It was an incredibly enjoyable experience. Despite the multitude of kids groups in there that day. I think what made it so enjoyable was the Victorian Town in the middle. And this is Victorian era, not Victoria the Australian State (sorry guys) There were places you could go into and there were so many twists and turns it never felt like just a main street, it was also a few side streets, and shops and everything. I skyped with my parents and showed them while I was there.

For lunch I went to Wagamama, because I was craving Karaage (a Japanese deep fried chicken dish) unfortunately it was wholly disappointing and expensive. I don’t normally review restaurants, but the collection of overcooked, under-battered pieces of chicken was not very nice and it was expensive and I’m too much of a wimp to complain at the restaurant. So I shouldn’t say anything because I ate them right?

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Lived in: Leaving and Growing up.


I’m leaving.

I mean, the only people who read this are my parents and they know, so I figured I’d put it here.

Living alone overseas is hard. I didn’t realise how hard it would be until I thought about leaving. And coming home. And seeing my friends again. my family again. my dog again. So maybe I’m weak because I’m returning early. But I also know myself. And I know that I don’t have to continue to do something that I believe to be damaging to my mental health. and I don’t have to do something that is making me sad. I’m lucky enough that I have this option. I know not everyone does, but I do.

Then, when I return, I’ll have to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Ultimately I’d like to live in limbo and not have to decide ever and spend my days crafting and hanging out with my friends. But unfortunately that’s not viable.

Wanted: someone to do to Disneyland with me this week. Must like Disney (obvs) and must be prepared to hang out with me.

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Lived in: On Giving Up Versus Quitting.

I’ve been thinking about what constitutes giving up, and what constitutes quitting, or resigning. With one, there is the implication that you didn’t try hard enough, that you couldn’t be bothered. Whereas resigning holds the idea that there was nothing left to do.

The last thing I finished that wasn’t a book, or a film was a 6 month TAFE course for Aged Care. After I’d given up on two uni courses. So yeah, I don’t finish things. And now, I’m thinking of coming home early. The biggest thing that was holding me back from saying it was that I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t want to fail on this one thing in my life that I was excited about.

And my mum told me what I needed to hear. She told me that I wasn’t a failure. That I wasn’t giving up. And I started to realise that she was right. I tried this lifestyle, but since I am in a position to be happy in my life, since I don’t have to grab any job that comes my way with both hands, I don’t have to make this work.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up, I’m just recognising that ending early doesn’t mean failure. It means progression.

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Lived in| Passive Growth Vs Active Growth.

A two weeks ago I started thinking about myself and what I want to get out of this trip overseas. I started comparing myself to fictional characters.

Often, fictional characters are thrown into situations and in order to get out of them, they have to grow and become better, either mentally, or physically. They need to master a skill or they need to change their attitude to win the girl. The stories that stick with us are the ones where the character changes.

So I’ve been thinking of myself. Do I want to go about like a character waiting for the situation to dictate my change? or do I want actively seek out situations that will cause me to grow up and become the person I would like to be at the end of this trip. Passive growth isn’t working. I still have no friends, and I’m still just stumbling around pretending everything’s alright.

So things are going to change, not necessarily too much with this blog, but with me. I’m going to start actively seeking out opportunities for growth. This means getting into uncomfortable situations. But this does not mean doing anything I do not want to do. If I want to find a partner, I can’t go around expecting it to just happen, I need to actively go to places where other people are also looking and I need to be open to opportunities that come my way.

If I want to get fit, I need to eat better and actually exercise, because this idea of closing my eyes and waiting for a wish just isn’t working. I told someone recently that I liked the idea of being a runner, but didn’t want to put in the effort to actually go running. Which is just laziness. If I want active growth I am going to have to start running. Great.

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Thoughts on Travels | Bournemouth 14-03-2017


I set off again at about 9AM. The plan was this: Pier, Oceanarium, and Russel-cotes Museum if I could fit it in. I did it all in about four hours.

First, I hit the pier while I waited for the oceanarium to open. Bournemouth pier was really close to where I was staying at The Royal Exeter Hotel. It was long, and pretty, or whatever. It was calming though, just listening to the ocean.To make up time, I read for about half an hour as the pier in the off season isn’t actually that interesting.

Then I went to the Oceanarium – where my SD card decided it was full. I saw otters, which were so cute! although, thinking of Zootopia… And penguins which were not as cute as fairy penguins. (Look them up!) But they were still pretty cute.

They had a great Barrier Reef section that I am mad about because the top looked nothing like Australia and looked like a stereotypical Copacabana or something. Palm trees and a beach chair. I am surprised I didn’t see a Koala up the tree, but I suppose they’re not as ignorant as Disney’s It’s a Small World. I could write a whole post on how I dislike Australia’s representation everywhere, but I’m not going to do it here.

Lastly, I went to the Russel-Cotes Museum. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that much art! I had seen it on TripAdvisor and didn’t look too much into it. That said, the atmosphere of the whole building was amazing. There was a pianist playing the whole time and she was very talented I lingered in the room to hear her.

I had a lunch of fish and chips on the beach and walked along in the water for so long my toes went red (although, not too hard in the cool weather) It was a nice, relaxing walk that made me really decide that I want to live by the sea one day. So it would be just brilliant if all those chips would just fall into place there.

I’ve done country living now, Suburban living, so I’d like to Urban living and Beach living. Just to see which I like best. Gotta retire somewhere right?

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Thoughts on Travels | Bournemouth 13-03-2017

This was the day I went to Corfe Castle. I left at about 9, but I didn’t get there until 11:30 because (a note for public transport users) the bus from Wareham comes but once an hour. at 4 past the hour. I missed it by 3 minutes.

It was a lovely sunny day, Hardly a cloud in sight and honestly the whole town was beautiful. Being a National Trust member meant that I didn’t have to pay to get in – to the castle that is – I think it was about £12 or something.

It’s so refreshing to be able to touch history. I stayed in the first house at Bournemouth. No Biggie. Imma just touch this castle wall that fell down before Australia was even discovered by Captain Cook. I can touch history, and that’s what I love about being here.

People live in history here. It’s not behind glass, it’s everywhere. It’s in the shops, it’s in the streets, it’s in the homes. And that’s what I love about England.

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Thoughts on Travels | Coughton Court (from Redditch) 02-03-2017

Coughton Court is only a half hour bus ride from the Southcrest Manor Hotel (the hotel I stayed at in Redditch) It was only 15 minutes by car, but since I don’t have a car, bus was the only way to go. It was a good way to see more of the villages between Redditch and Coughton Court anyway. Even if I had to check Google maps the whole way because I didn’t know when the stop was going to be.

Once I got in, I ended up signing up for the National Trust. £32.40 for a year and I get free entry into 500 different locations under the National Trust. I figured that it’d pay for itself in a few visits.

Inside it was incredibly beautiful, and preserved, and amazing to visit. I myself and a history nerd – which helps – but I’d like to think it’d be amazing anyway. I was in a building that was older than White Australia! I touched a wall that had been around for centuries! Centuries! 400 Years.

Coughton Court housed the Gunpowder Plot. They housed Arms, ammunition, and horses in preparation for the uprising that was to happen after the assassination of the protestant King James I. They have rooms devoted to the gunpowder plot. And, if I remember correctly, in one of the towers sits the room in which the plot was hatched.

My point is that travel is interesting, and Coughton Court is cool.

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