Tuesday, 23 August 2016

The next BIG trip.

Well, it’s no lie that I feel worried when there is nothing planned ahead. I sometimes beat myself up about feeling this way. Some people may argue that ‘having something booked’ is not a necessary life requirement, but in my experience it helps.

I think it’s normal to feel that longing… because we all want to enjoy the best out of life and we know how much travel enriches our lives. If I had never dared to travel and see the world, then I wouldn’t be the person I am today.
When we left Malaysia in May we promised not to book something straight away on our return. As this habit always reoccurs, and we usually have next year’s full itinerary planned before we even know it.

Having two months to reflect on Vietnam and just how much we took from the trip, has undoubtedly fuelled and restored our dreams and ambitions. On honeymoon two years ago, we drew up a bucket list of all the places we would love to visit one day. We promised one and other that we would try our best to make it happen.
Well, this one was definitely wholesomely my favourite. I have been planning this one in my heart for a very long time.
I’m SO in love with this destination. I always go back to this one on Pinterest. Always. And can only imagine how incredible this place will make me feel inside.
Next stop: BALI.

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Asia with Love

There is no denying that my heart and soul belongs to Asia. When I travelled to Thailand for the first time– my life changed in an instant. I was overcome with passion for a country so vivid and endearing. I was in love with a culture that not only taught me to overcome my fears, but made me realise what life really is all about.

I always think of Thailand as my love affair. A longing for a country that fills me with so much everlasting joy. 

When I travelled to Vietnam – a country that had fascinated me for so long. The history and traditions were not only enriched in my mind, but my imagination had painted such a beautiful picture. Ha Long bay, was my first encounter with natural beauty.

 I dared to dig deeper, and stopped looking for perfection. When it was starting at me right in the face – a Hoi An street stripped back all my filters and perceptions.

Malaysia was a true paradise. I was blown away by the beautiful beaches in Langkawi, I felt my jaw dropping at every glimpse of the serene and raw beauty.  Penang was a wild and surreal glimpse into the future. I felt almost like a flamboyant tourist in a wacky state. It was pretty cool, wandering around the graffiti covered streets of George Town.

My final stop in Malaysia was Kuala Lumpur. I had dreamt of the moment I would stand in front of the Petronas Towers for years. Like a mile stone. Is it possible to romance over a building, a statue, a tower? I think so.

Like, the Eiffel Tower five years earlier – I couldn’t take my eyes off the height, and sheer beauty of the towers. A view I had somewhat waited my whole life to capture. But, in those split seconds – absorbed forever.
When people describe the time of their lives...

Asia, is wholeheartedly mine.


Sunday, 7 August 2016


You know when you’re growing up certain numbers spring to mind as milestone ages – 27 was always the one for me.

I don’t know why, but 27 always seemed so ideal – and aspirational. In truth, it’s a little bit different than imagined (as are most ideals). I’m feeling older than my younger self – but still young enough to enjoy life a little carefree.

I’m definitely a grown-up – there is no mistaking that. I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect of adult life, I mean I know the general gist – but when I was engaged to be married I felt my life was back to front. I was only working part-time in a local cafĂ©; I had little going for me at the time (other than my pending marriage). Which was of course important and most integral to my happiness.

Something inside of me knew there was more. And, what I experienced in the first year of marriage was somewhat of a identity crisis. My desire to pave a path and destiny blossomed overnight. And, my husband stuck by me, even in the darkest hour.

I think if you believe something possible, then ultimately it will become 'that tiny bit more' possible. I know the one thing I lacked throughout my early-twenties was confidence in my ability to succeed. I think it’s important to not only look, but want for more. At the end of the day, we are only here once. I will only ever experience 27 once.

Here’s a little secret. When we booked our honeymoon in 2013, ahead of our May wedding the following year – I pinched myself. Because, I had never ever travelled so far before. It was a dream. As the wedding grew closer I suddenly had a thought in my mind.

I wanted to FIND out what it was I wanted to be/do. I genuinely believed that ‘that’ moment would happen. That I would be on a beach at sunset, and something magical would suddenly happen. I would have a vision of what career I wanted.

It didn’t happen.

I returned home with a new status and name, but my longing for a fulfilling career was near as much non-existent. I loathed my job at the time, (I took a full time role in embroidery that following Winter).

Last year was a game changer, I travelled more and starting building up a portfolio. I was published in Travel3Sixty magazine and then applied for a job in food marketing. 9 months later, a house move and more travel later – I’m here. At 27.

The point is, I think I did find exactly what I was looking for on honeymoon two years ago. I just never realised it... 

My fondest memories of Fiji are discovering the tropical fruits, meeting Simon – the coconut man who gifted me a coconut from up a tree and trying and discovering guava and papaya for the first time.
Now, these might seem silly little memories. But, these were the seeds of what started my undying love and excitement for fruit and my passion for food.

Reflection, sometimes is hard. But, this time I think I’ve finally realised what it is I want to do/be. Life is hard, but never give up believing in your wildest dreams. 

And, always be thankful to your husband.
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