15 ;

Sometimes we get so caught up in ourselves that we forget to be happy with what we have. As a society, we're often encouraged to want more, whether it be more friends, more money, more power. We yearn for better bodies and cleaner faces, and sometimes we spend so much time looking ahead that we forget to look at the present.

I haven't been this sick in a long time, the last time being last October (coincidentally when I started this blog), and being so sick that you have no choice but feel the present, you re-evaluate aspects of your life that you thought needed improving and become grateful for what you have. I'm incredibly lucky to have a mother willing to listen to my 5 facts about fevers, and to have a dog that stays by my side and doesn't mind if I occasionally sneeze in his direction. I'm very lucky to have friends that care and have interest in my health (or at least very convincingly pretend to). Although being so sick before my birthday is something that I never thought would happen to me, and although I know I will be sick on my birthday, because there is no way I can completely heal overnight, I am just grateful for what I have, and grateful for what I don't have, which in this case, is a fever.

Perth ;

Sometimes when you spend too much time with your parents, you don't get on well with them. It's the repeated contact: you can feel like they don't give you enough space, when in reality, you barely see them at all. That's why spending a day out with Dad was a great idea. Living in a different state means that there is nowhere as much contact: I get caught up with life events in Melbourne, which means our conversations tend to be rare. Not that I mind: it's nice to have a break. It makes going back so much better.

The best way to reconnect with anyone is to go on a roadtrip, so that was exactly what we did. 2 1/2 hours there, 2 1/2 hours back. (We really got to know eachother's music tastes.) 
Our destination was the Lighthouse, and the nearby caves. 

The Lighthouse was impressive. It stood in front of the area where two oceans connected (the Southern, and the Indian.) This was marked by a rock. 
We got an audio guide which told us a lot, but the best story was about a pregnant wife, who fell and died. The next family to inherit the house complained about strange creakiness and footsteps at night, whistling noises, doors opening and closing. It could've been the wind, but they attributed it to the ghost of the dead pregnant woman, and quickly moved out. 

The Diamond cave was even better: everything glittered and shined, even the bones of the animals unfortunate enough to have fallen through the small hole in the roof. For anyone who has never been underground: do it, even if it scares you. Nothing reminds you of your own mortality as the sight of stalactites and bones in a cave. 

 Spending time with somebody you grew up and properly getting to know them is a great thing, and I would have to say that it was my favourite day out of my 10 spent in Perth. 

Throwback Thursday ;

I left and arrived in Perth on the first Thursday of the holidays. The best word to describe the whole experience was crazy. I did so much in such a short amount of time because I just had to cram everything in, had to see everyone and do everything because it would be such a shame if I didn't. It all fit, and somehow, I even had enough time to relax. That being said, seeing everyone again was amazing. I couldn't have wished for a better holiday.

San Cisco vs Arctic Monkeys ;

San Cisco: the second concert I've been to. (The first was Arctic Monkeys.) As I am studying reviews for Lit, I thought I would give this one a go. So here it is: Arctic Monkeys vs San Cisco!


If we are talking about beards, San Cisco would win hands down. I can't imagine Alex Turner with a beard, and quite frankly, I don't want to. If we are talking about dancing, well, the round-the-stage dancing San Cisco's Jordi and Scarlett did was impressive, but wasn't quite as awe-inspiring as Alex Turner doing the pinky swirl in Arabella

Minor Characters

Arctic Monkey's opening act was a bit forgettable, which may have been due to the fact that I arrived at the end of it and only witnessed the last few closing minutes. San Cisco's acts were Crooked Colours, and Methyl Ethyl, and apart from one dysfunctional guitar - which was quickly swapped out -, the acts went smoothly.  The background sound was intense, but since I can still remember the feeling of almost going deaf, I would have to give Minor Characters to San Cisco. 

Special Guests

Arctic Monkeys: Katy, Stephanie, Abby.
San Cisco: Aghi. 
Although Aghi did know all the bubble tea joints, Arctic Monkeys had more special guests, and sushi was consumed beforehand, which means the Monkeys win this round.


As I was a lot closer to the stage in San Cisco, the photos turned out a lot better. However, there were massive television screens in the Arctic Monkeys performance which allowed me to watch every single hair flick Alex Turner did. 


Vocals were good for both. Then again, my music knowledge is very limited so don't count on me for advice. I'd say a tie here. 

Price Comparison

San Cisco: $40.
Arctic Monkeys: $100.
The experiences were relative to the prices. San Cisco was a great concert for a great price, but due to the extra paid for Arctic Monkeys, they held other features like huge televisions, great stereo, a longer performance, and a bigger audience. There was also no waiting in line in Arctic Monkeys, due to the booked seats. All in all, each has their own advantages and disadvantages.


And the final winner is: Me, because I got to see both of these amazing bands live. Sorry guys, there is really no way I could choose between my two favourite bands. 

41 days ;

41 days, in theory, is not a large amount of time. But when it is the amount of time you've spent in a new home, it really is. If I had to describe my transfer to Melbourne in one word, it would be "fast." We got a school worked out fast, we got a house worked out fast, we got our lives back on track fast. I'm not saying it was easy, but it wasn't as hard as you might think. One of the most challenging things about moving was accepting that yes, I would be going to a completely unfamiliar place, and yes, I would just have to deal with it.
Moving did not mean I was moving on from my Perth friends, it just meant that I would have Melbourne friends too. The two can coexist, and in my case, they do. The people I have met in Melbourne are really, well, to be blunt, amazing. They are kind, interesting, motivated, and a lot better than me at charades. I am not regretting my move here, because I did not lose anything. The people that were most important to me are still important to me, and I will be seeing them soon. The risk of taking this crazy move has rewarded me significantly: I am catching up in school, and for the first time in a long time, am motivated to go and learn and actually do my homework.
I also have a new man in my life: his name is Christopher, and he sits on my window sill. I have yet to do research on how much watering he needs, and he has pricked me a few times, but I don't mind, because he is very handsome for a succulent.

(Shout out to Thomas, who came over from Perth and showed me around Melbourne as though he had been the one living here for almost a month and a half.)

Mushroom Hunting ;

Why did the Fungi leave the party? There wasn't mushroom.
Is it forecast for mild, sunny weather? Is it late April? Are you prepared to spend a whole day in a forest with a basket and a stick? If you answered yes to all three questions, then it looks like you’re ready. 

As mushrooms are the world's best poison, some good guidelines to follow are:
1. Only pick what you are 100% is not poisonous. There are a lot of close twins in mushrooms, so take a lot of care with what you pick. Grandmothers normally know the difference. 
2. Cook the mushrooms. If in the odd case they are poisonous, cooking them will make them (slightly) less deadly.
3. Be very, very careful with what you pick.

Mushroom Hunting has been around for hundreds of years, with it's origins lying in Europe. Unless you are with a particularly wise Russian grandmother, it would be a good idea to take care if you are mushroom hunting in Melbourne. As the Czechs like to say: "Every mushroom is edible, but some only once." 

There are three kinds of mushrooms below. The first in the overflowing bucket is what was dubbed the "butter mushroom", translated loosely from Russian. The second is the Saffron Red Cap, and the others are all wild and poisonous. 


Four Seasons ;

4 Seasons in One Day, that was the most popular description of Melbourne weather. It took one crazy Sunday to realise just how true that was. Our day started and ended with us running for the train, which seems to happen much more often than I'd ever expected. Our first stop was the Arts' Centre Melbourne City Market, which was filled with talented artists and a lot of food: I'm talking sweet popcorn, cupcakes, the lot. Our next stop was mostly due to the fact that it had started raining, and it was a very warm shop called Dumpling King, where lunch was served during crazy winter weather outside us. Just 10 minutes earlier, we had been faced with blue clear skies instead of bristling wind and damp conditions. Our third stop was our last one: Melbourne Central. There we found a variety of vintage (and expensive) clothes, a lot of sweaters, and even more cafes with warm, warm entrances. The highlight of our day would have to be Melbourne's ability to rain, hail, and shine in one day. (Mum's highlight was the dumplings, 100% percent the dumplings, she says.) 

Nutshell ;

Melbourne, where I grew up, is one of the street art capitals of the world. Something about discovering freshly painted walls always fills me with optimism; it's autonomous and democratic, and reminds me that maybe people are paying attention after all.
Penelope Mitchell 

Melbourne is exactly what I expected: artistic, eccentric, graffiti filled. Melbourne is the opposite of what I expected: cold, large, busy. For a city that takes up such little space on a map, it really is full of people, rushing and talking, cell phones open and jackets drawn closed.
The first thing I'd realised was how underpacked I was. It might be Autumn in Perth, but here it feels like winter. It's time to break out the winter pajamas and the woolen jumpers, and it's time to close the doors and start requesting hot drinks on a daily basis. The cold evenings have really taught me to appreciate tea. I think our biggest struggle has been public transport. Getting our heads around trams and which buses and odd suburb names has been interesting to say the least. We've been lucky enough to stay at a friend's while she is on holiday, which involves taking care of her cat in her apartment. (This has also been an adventure, as the cat has a habit of wandering into the bathroom to request pats. Truth be told I am scared of having my pajama pants torn to shreds.) (How much are cats meant to purr? This one purrs all the time...)

Other than that, it has been both calm and busy.


    Coffee ft Directions on how to get Home!

     "Champagne" Watermelon....

Day out with the boys ;

Four days left. Well, four sleeps and three days, because the sun has already set and the lights have been flicked on in the only room in the house we currently live in: Mum's bedroom. Today has been a hurricane of a day: an early morning coffee-and-wander with Peter, a waterway walk with Thomas, and then an afternoon meeting with Caitlin (not a boy, yes I know), who was lovely enough to meet me before she returns to Canada! It was so refreshing to go to the city and find new places, new views, new pictures to look at, because it feels like every time I visit Perth, I'm visiting the same alleyways, same "secret places", same sights, with different people. I still can't believe that I'm leaving, but today made it sink in just that little bit more. I think that when you stay in the same place for a long time, you get used to all the wonderful things around you, and not just things, but people too. Days like today make you appreciate them, allow you to see people in a warm light, the same light that encapsulated them on the first meeting.

"For me, 8am is the middle of the night!" - Toma

Last Day ;

Dear Perth Modern
It's been a grand couple of years. You've seen me at my highs (those school picnics) and my lows (my maths results). I should thank you for the opportunities you've given me. The friends I have gained from you are really one of a kind: funny, smart,  AND pretty! There are some moments I'll never forget, in particular those crazy assemblies with the tapestry of life, as well as those "enrichment" camps. I guess it's just time to move on. It was nice living with you, P Mod. You're pretty cool.