The first morning of autumn galloped through the vale, rolled over the hills and tumbled onto the towns and villages that sat scattered in the valley. Dragging its chilly winds behind itself, the new season murdered any trace of summer that had been left upon the air. With a great gust, it flung the yellowing leaves over the vale, the crisp confetti finding even the almond orchard, hidden at the edge of the valley, and the witches dozing inside. Elsie woke first.
Hello everyone! I’ve made no secret that autumn is, by far, my most favourite season. It comes, I think, with being an autumn baby (… in the Southern Hemisphere. Here I’m a spring baby, which feels odd and wrong so I’m retaining association with Australian seasons). There’s something beautiful and magical about nature at this time of year. Tyler and I decided to make the most of the lovely weather and went to to the lovely Shinjuku Gyoen Garden. This was the first time I had been and, safe to say, I loved it. I want to go back with a sketch book and a picnic blanket and never leave. Here are some pictures from the day:
Hello everyone! I’ve been taking a bit of a break from the internet over the last couple of weeks and I thought I would write a post about why. At the end of October I was so determined to get back into a routine and post regular content to YouTube but, unfortunately, I fell ill. Working 6 days a week definitely took its toll on me–I ended up with a terrible cold and subsequent chest infection. Worst of all, I also lost my voice. Funnily enough, being a children’s English teacher (a job which involves a copious amount of singing) makes being sick even more difficult; I basically had to push through the sickness, even though I couldn’t speak loudly and couldn’t hold a tune.
It has now been three months since my partner and I left Adelaide to move to Japan. Three months. It’s weird to even consider because it feels as if we have been here much longer, but it also feels as if we got here a few weeks ago. So much has happened in that time. I’m now on my second job. We’re in our second apartment. We’ve gotten used to paying our bills and navigating day-to-day life in a city where we speak the language only well enough to order McDonald’s fluently (and, even then, if the worker speaks too quickly, I slip up every now and then). I never expected to feel home sick. Truthfully, I don’t. But I do miss certain things.
My childhood was one of hand-me-downs, and mud-stains, and air so clean you could have swam though its beauty. Summers sweltering heatwaves and drought, and warm rain swelling at the bottom of molten metal water tanks. The winters whispered frost, squelching boots and shivering limbs under infinite layers of woollen blankets. Fingers turned numb with the chill that bored into every crevice, cell, and plane of grass. Weaving in and out of it all were only the sounds of the dairy cows, singing their songs amongst the spray of gum trees swaying their leaves in defiance of the breeze.
From The Laugh of the Medusa: You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing. — Hélène Cixous
I graduated my Bachelor’s degree!! Woo ~ It has been a LONG three years. But, at the same time, a scarily short three years. A lot has happened since I entered my first lecture hall at eighteen. I’ve grown and learned so much. I’ve traveled. I’ve finished projects. And I’ve faced a lot of difficult things that have (I hope) only made me a better person. I’m quite proud of myself for sticking with my undergrad — even thought it was in a field that wasn’t naturally my forte. And even though I’ve faced a lot of challenges that could have easily lead to me stopping or giving up. I’ve gained a lot from my time at university and I’m incredibly grateful to everyone who gave me help and support throughout the last three years. Now onto my Master’s!