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date/time Thursday, November 29, 2012,11:44 PM
I really really really adore airports. Even though they take me to a place where in two weeks I'll be wailing and whinging to go home due to my incessant homesickness.....I just love the atmosphere. You wonder as to who else is getting on your flight, who is going where, each person's story, why they're going overseas - is it their first time? are they excited? and then you see those who are going on business trips, and they look so tired and weary and you can tell that going on a plane to go somewhere that demands them to work more is not what they wanna do. I almost just wanna be like - "hey sir/miss, let's switch flights okay?", since I'm so sick of just doing NOTHING. I came home from China about a week and a half ago, and Sydney life since has been so boring and slow. I'm ready to work, ready to learn again.
Anywho, talking about recent events, I JUST came back from a trip from Tasmania :L I was there for four days, and though I know a lot of people say "why you wanna go tasmania LOL" and I agreed to a certain extent, but upon returning........I can proudly say that probably when I retire, it would be a dream to move to Port Arthur; once I get over the whole thing that the place is haunted HAHAHAHA.
Have you ever just been somewhere, and just had that feeling where you think "omgsh this is perf this is where I am meant to be"? even when going on the ghost tours and shitting my pants half the time, everything felt so right and so comfortable. Not like in Sydney, where everything is too familiar yet too distant. The scenery is beautiful, like actually breathtaking. Food ain't too bad either. Locals are friendly, yet they keep to themselves - it's a sort of mutual agreement where we know that it's nice to acknowledge each other, yet we don't interfere in one another's life and have some deep, dazzling conversation.
I think after 17 years of constantly being surrounded by family and friends (coming from a massive Chinese family and having the most amazing group of friends), and in a time where we are all constantly linked through Facebook or texting or whatever......I think that the time I spent at Port Arthur was proper "me" time.
It felt great, it felt wonderful. It was the first time in a long time where I felt truly happy.
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Hey, I'm Holly - it's nice to meet you :)
I'm 17, and in love with HAHS, Marcus Tullius Cicero, and fooood. I just want to study and travel and never grow up.
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