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I first realised about a month ago when my bank balance read zero, it was then confirmed shortly after when the temperature outside dropped to the same depressing figure. The resulting conclusion? Reality had struck! I knew it was inevitable, but when the fantasy life of my European summer holiday came to an abrupt holt, it hit me like the pounding headache from a post Pimms binge.
So now here I am, left with only fuzzy memories of an amazing four months brought into a focus on those rare nostalgic days when I look back at photos. All I have to do now is hibernate for another four months and do it all again next year. Cheers to that!
I took this on my train ride back from Edinburgh. I just thought it was such a classic image of that boring train journey. The reality was it was not boring at all, well not to me who still finds dried leaves on the floor as a playground for the imagination.
Poor Colin lost his beloved Zippo lighter. If you see it please let me know.
Sometimes you find somewhere that just has a buzz to it. An unexplainable energy that makes you stand up and say "I need to be a part of this". For some it might happen in their local pub or for others may happen in a nearby park. This feeling may not last forever but every now and then it will spike back up when you would least expect it. Welcome to London, my eyes are open and the buzz kind of tickles.
I am about to leave Perth and go see what the hype about Europe is all about. I am excited to be finally living the adventure I have dreamed about for years, but at the same time I have begun to realise the sacrifice I am making to bring this to life. The friends, family, loves and lifestyle all to be left in the dust of my own selfish path of discovery. I just hope they all still here for when I eventually return.
Is it still romantic to give roses on a date? Or has the slow death of chivalry now made it lame and a cry of desperation?