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A New York Dream

http://www.gofundme.com/newyorkdream

A close friend of mine has recently been offered the incredible, once in a lifetime opportunity to study at New York University. As we both live in a small city near Brisbane, Queensland, moving to New York and being able to study at one of its major universities would be an amazing adventure and a dream come true for her.

Go check out her blog (freepagenumbers.wordpress.com) and see for yourself how wonderfully talented she is and how much she deserves to make this a reality.

However, there is one challenge that she needs to overcome- find $65,000 to pay for it. Which is why she’s set up this page (above link) to help achieve that. So if you could all take a small moment to go like/tweet/share the page on your blogs and facebook we would both appreciate it very, very much! And of course donate if possible, or spread the word around to people you think might be interested in donating and supporting this cause. Every little bit counts! Also, if you have any ideas for fundraising etc, please share to fuel some brainstorming 🙂

As the saying goes, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

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The weekend that I lost my sanity

Well it hasn’t actually happened yet. But I can 99% assure you that this weekend will be it.

I am excited because:
It is Thursday night. In other words, it is the beginning of the four day long Easter weekend. I get ridiculously excited when I have time off work.

I am not so excited because:
Details of how I will be spending said weekend-
Where- Camping. Texas, Queensland. Population: 700.
With: No electricity. Not a great deal of available vegetarian food, as my mother refuses to pack a different meal for me for every meal we will be eating (solution to this problem= limited options=less eating=skinnier=not so bad). BUT mainly, with all five other members of my constantly arguing, yelling, narrow minded, insufferable family. This includes a three hour car ride there and back.

I did, for some wild, crazy, reason, choose to spend my weekend in this manner entirely of my own will. Why would I make such a mental health threatening, risque decision, you ask? Because I am honestly a pure hearted, kind, generous, nice and wonderful person who would not hurt a fly or say a bad word about anyone. That may be stretching the truth a little, I even surprise myself when I do nice deeds like this one, let alone how surprised my family were when I told them of my planned attendance. I did it, I suppose, because I literally do not remember the last time I spent a weekend with my family, and I guess this is my selfless charitable deed for the next five years or whatever. And because of the genuine smile on my mother’s face when I told her I might come. That last reason is actually true. And because for some weird reason I actually kind of wanted to. However, the wanting to part decreased a little once I came home from work today and my family have already taken up constantly yelling and fighting and carrying on with their usual antics.

Looking on the positive side, I have four new books which will all be accompanying me. I have tanning oil and plenty of time to do nothing, equalling plenty of time to do something about my reflectively pale skin. There will be plenty of running/walking space (eat less and exercise more=get skinnier=not so bad). My grandparents are also coming. They have a large nice motorhome in which I can hide. Nan eats vegetarian food, she will offer me edible non fattening eats. I am actually looking forward to having a four day relaxing weekend camping, not having to be anywhere and doing what I like. I love camping, and pretty much every other weekend is spent being spastically drunk and partying the two days away in what feels like two seconds. Not going to say I don’t enjoy that. I’m 18, of course I do. But one weekend like this one will be nice.

Sounds not so bad, right? That’s what I was thinking. But little delusional me kept trying to avoid one major, completely altering factor: the family. How bad can a family be, right? Ignore them, do you own thing, don’t worry be happy blah blah blah. Ohh how I wish. How. I. Wish.

To show you just how much they can change me enjoying my time, I shall provide a few examples:

Me: *sitting in comfortable chair reading one of fantastic new books*
Parents: “SAVANNAH WHY ARE YOU SITTING ON A CHAIR READING A BOOK LIKE A USELESS PERSON THERE IS SOMETHING YOU COULD BE DOING TO HELP GET UP RIGHT NOW QUICK GET UP”

Me: “Oh wonderful, it is 7.30am, I don’t have to be anywhere. I will sleep in.”
Family: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET UP YOU WILL WASTE YOUR ENTIRE DAY IF YOU STAY IN BED ONE NANOSECOND LONGER PLUS I NEED TO MAKE BREAKFAST AND YOU BEING IN BED IS CLEARLY AFFECTING ME USING THE KITCHEN AREA”

Me: *Spending time with grandparents in motorhome but main purpose of being in there is because it’s comfortable and it is not made of nature and a good place to hide from family*
Parents: *Discover secret hiding spot and rudely intrude* “SAVANNAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE THAT IS SO ANTISOCIAL WE DON’T COME CAMPING TO BE INSIDE THE WHOLE TIME GET OUT GET OUT WE ARE PLAYING A FUN FAMILY GAME OF WHO CAN ARGUE THE BEST”

Yep. You get the gist of things. So just a warning: if I return from this weekend completely and utterly bonkers, lost my marbles, settled completely into la la land, it is not my fault and you know who to blame. I would like to say in advance, in case I do not have the capabilities at a later time, that if someone could poke bites of veggie patties with chilli sauce through the bars of my padded cell it would be very much appreciated.

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New York City Baby

New York City

This wonderful, exciting, sleepless fast-paced city and the country it belongs to is on my top list of travel destinations.

Hopefully my best friend and I will be living and studying there for 6-12 months at some point of our uni courses. So excited, it’s going to be amazing and the two of us travelling together will make it infinitely better.

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