If you know me well or have talked to me recently you probably know that I really, really, REALLY, want to go to France. In fact, I've had it in the back of my mind ever since I left Australia and I even bought a plane ticket months ago in a moment of weakness. I feel like ever since I got back from New Jersey, all I've done is plan for France and work on getting everything in order for a visa and a place to stay. It turns out, it's an incredibly complicated and lengthy process to get a French visa and I'm still not entirely sure I will get one but that doesn't stop me from constantly envisioning all the things I will do in France and the incredible life I will have there. Of course it won't be perfect and there will most definitely be things that I miss about home but my imaginary life in France seems so much more attractive than my life here. I can't wait to see what the future holds and what will happen.
Yet I already miss the awesome people I worked with on the Meerwald and the all the crazy adventures and many laughable moments we had. And I still often long for the other places I have lived - especially Margaret River. I miss the friends that I had there and I miss surfing practically every day. I miss working at the restaurant there just a few hours a day and having the majority of the day free. I miss everything being within walking distance and having so many people around and things to do so often. But I forget about how I missed my family and friends, how I missed having a horse to ride and more places to go outside of where I was, and how I was so often bored with all my free time. It's so easy to only remember the good things about a place you were and forget the good things in the place you are.
|Our great little house in Margs|
|One of the beautiful beaches near Margaret River|
|Meeting the baby of one of my best friends for the first time|
|Exploring Boston with a great friend|