Today I bought a one-way ticket to London. I leave in late April and hope to live there for up to a year. Temping during the week and travelling on weekends. What’s not to love?

This is an awesome light display in the foyer of the ActewAGL building in Canberra city. Love it. My friend and I popped in here and skipped around on our way to a house party late last year. It’s beautiful and strange all at the same time. Beautange…Streautiful?

The problem with being sick during a warm, stormy Canberra night is that you need to leave a door open so your apartment can cool down, but that lets in the sound of rain and thunder. I went to bed at 8pm. Didn’t sleep til 1am. It was torture.

Today, i’d like nothing more than to each this: A croissant, chocolate pastry and a scone. But that’s just not going to happen. Toast it is.

You’ll be pleased to know I’m feeling much better than I was when I wrote my last post. My housemate has returned and things have settled down a bit here. Now, to just get my working life back on track…

I’m planning to do some traveling now. It’s the perfect time to go. Every aspect of my life seems to be pointing me in that direction, except for my work. It’s just not the right time for me to up and leave. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and my job loves me. We’re a perfect match. But is it rational for me to not follow through with opportunities, dreams, a bonus $50 flight voucher just because of a job? I can’t let a job rule my life. This would be the kind on thing I’d regret if I didn’t do it.

Here are some shoes from Topshop. In a few months I hope to be shopping away at Topshop on Oxford St, London.

I’ve been home for almost a week. But it feels like half a lifetime. And I’ve hated it. I’ve never felt so homesick in my life.

Perhaps its that I’ve come home to no-one. My housemate is away.

Perhaps its that I spent too long back home and got attached to being surrounded by loved ones.

Perhaps its that I was so desperate for some time off. I thought things would be different after a break but its still the same old stuff day in, day out.

I miss my cat and I miss my mum. And I wish I had someone to share my life with. I’m thoroughly lonely.

I’ve shopped and shopped and shopped but alas, I am disappointed.

A nice, bright red belt. That’s all I ask.

I don’t care if its leather or PU. I don’t care if the buckle is gold or silver. Well, silver would be nice but one can’t be too fussy…

You may think I’m crazy. ‘Red belts are everywhere!’ you may exclaim. But you would be wrong. WRONG! Let me explain. Today, I found 4 red belts.

The first one was a red snakeskin kind. No, just no.
The second was a red fabric kind. No, just no.
The third was furry. Yeah, I know. 
The fourth could have gone around me almost twice. This could be a ok in a funky, different kinda way but alas, it wasn’t quite big enough.

I don”t even have a price limit at this point. Someone help!

I was so happy to get home to this lump of fluffy cuteness. He is just so lovely. He hasn’t been very happy recently with the hot weather and has been moping around the place. But as soon as it cools down each evening he goes loopy.

Happy New Year!

A couple of my best friends and I went away to northern Victoria for new year’s eve to a tiny town called Bundalong. The town has less than 300 residents, yet their tavern’s NYE party attracts 1600 partygoers. 

We stayed with a friend’s friend next to Lake Mulwala. It’s gorgeous; filled with old, dead trees, the grass beside it is luscious and green. The boats that cruise it tow water-skiers and wake-boarders. There is also an abundance of young topless men for some reason. We didn’t complain.

I hope you all had a wonderful NYE, and wish you the best of luck in 2012!

My year in summary

My friend’s Halloween party | Lovely new shoes | Groovin’ the Moo festival | Glowstick ears | Polar bear hat | Brisbane’s Story Bridge | First BBQ of the Springtime | A bottle of Baileys I won | Hanging out with my besty | Egg stickers from WA | A trolley full of roast chickens for Melbourne Cup day | Catching up with the girls from Melbourne | A gift from my work for creating the most epic of epic spreadsheets, and understanding it | My best friend visiting | Mad Hatter party | Cocktails | Picnic in the park | Nightclub shenanigans