freed (the final part of the way to freedom)
As someone who revels in her own solitude probably more often than is really healthy, small breaks to quiet places are some of my favourite things. Last weekend, my family took a short trip to the Central Coast, somewhere we often go, and I escaped the house to make the cool breeze and water views my own space. Put your headphones on, play your favourite song and tread your thoughts away. It works wonders.
The marks of those who travelled here before us.
On their way to a (now not so) secret duck party.
I often remember things I wish I didn’t of times in my life I didn’t enjoy as much as I would have liked. And of course, everyone knows that we don’t always sail smoothly on our journeys. I find sometimes that a journal is not enough. I need to back my words with images and make them a sort of catalyst for emotion, to turn them into more than what they might seem just randomly scrawled on the page. So I’ve taken to effectively painting my experience with words, making them more than just a recount so I feel I’ve created something new from the past and have come to terms with it a bit more. It’s not unusual for me to post a little snippet like the one above. Enjoy them and take from them what you will, they’re here for you to digest in any way you like.
Time has rolled by and, as usual, feels like it has flown too fast. I’m now a year older, and also a year wiser. The past 12 months have changed me in so many ways: I’ve made and lost friends, graduated high school and started university, and made significant leaps in terms of mental health. Eighteen, for me, was a year of learning, not just through typical rights of passage, but in learning what’s important to me, personally. In doing so, I can now look back and be extremely proud of how far I’ve come and of the fact I now feel I can say I am the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m extremely grateful that I was able to celebrate this on my birthday in exactly the way I wanted, surrounded by people that love me (some whom where there in person, most where there in spirit), and having a relaxing and stress-free day that I was able to enjoy to the fullest. It was honestly the best birthday I’ve had to date.
Celebrations began with family the night before over cupcakes that were beautifully made by my mum.
The morning of, I ventured into the city with Alyssa once again. Our first stop was Books Kinokuniya, a massive store which is now seated at the top of my favourites. If you don’t like books before you walk in, chances are you will find something to love before you leave.
We then visited N2, a gelato place where they freeze their goodies with liquid nitrogen. The queue was long, but the double-o cheesecake flavoured treats Alyssa and I both purchased were amazingly delicious and made the wait more than worth it.
After some shopping, we strolled to one of my favourite places in Sydney, Hyde Park.
Back at home, after my request to order pizza was granted, another of my mother’s cakes was had and some time was spent with my wonderful grandma.
My lovely collection of cards (and a letter).
Beautiful gifts from the beautiful Alyssa.
Saving the best for last: my favourite memory of the day was the story behind this purchase. Wandering through Books Kinokuniya, a friendly employee saw me carrying (or rather, clutching) a copy of Matt Faction’s Hawkeye, after which he told me of another of his comics. He returned with a volume of Sex Criminals, describing it’s plot as “time stops when they fuck and they use it to rob banks and fall in love”. That’s not a sentence you hear very often. I decided, a little adventurously, to purchase it (I feel it would have been foolish not to after that description), and since then I have read quite a bit of it. He was right, it is actually very good.
With the start of a blog and an introduction to the demands of university now under my belt, the use of my desk area has never been more important to me. Throughout my school years and my recent uni exams, my desk was cramped and unusable, with it’s surface taken up by needless knick-knacks and a bulky printer, leaving me to vacate the comfort of my room to seek a place that was more conducive to productivity, usually resulting in me and my books trying to seek quiet in the midst of the rest of my family. So one night as I was lying in bed (as my most handy ideas always seem so come in the throes of sleep), I resolved to reorganise my workspace so it could be utilised for its intended purpose. It’s now at a stage that I’m content with, with plenty of light and space. A few little bits and pieces will probably be added along the way, but for now, here’s to a successful project!
A little sneak peak at my book corner!
Clock, pegs, phone case, calendar and wooden L from Typo ✿ Small candle and peg jar from IKEA ✿ Medium candle in cinnamon chai from WoodWick ✿ Small dolls from Momiji ✿ Purse from Colette ✿ Pen tin and hung photos by me