It’s been five years since I visited Australia. Five years. That is a long time, right?
Five years ago, I was in my mid-twenties, a newly graduate from university, leaving for my four-month travel with my then-boyfriend. I was hungry. Hungry for travels. Experiences. Adventures. Challenges. Life.
For whatever reason Australia was on my travel-bucket-list then. A little voice inside me must have told me to go, as now, I can’t recall why I ended up going there in the first place.
I remember it being on the list of places where I wanted to go. But I didn’t have a “proper” idea behind the “why”.
There is something about that place which … which amazes me. Which pulls me. I feel drawn to. Attached, somehow.
A friend told me once that she recalls a situation of me beaming by just talking about Australia. We were sharing a room on a holiday together, shortly after I came back from my four-month travel. We were lying in bed, talking about the day we’ve just spent together, making plans for the following day as well as our future plans and the dreams we have… And apparently, I was fully glowing by sharing my Australian experience. And expressing my desire to go back.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what I am hoping for. The only thing I know is, that I want to go back.
Live there, work there, be there – for a little while.
Now I am 30, newly unemployed, once more graduated (again, a master this time), homeless ish and still hungry. Hungry for new experiences.
For getting to know me even better.
For more adventures.
This is exactly why I’m planning on going back.
And to finish it off, let me show you a few impressions which made me fall in love with beautiful Australia: