I don’t know where the time goes but its literally been 4 months since I posted anything on here…
I’d say I’m sorry but I’m really not… hehehe. I have been around the world and back again so heres a little update on what the past 4 months looked like in the life of Bee.
In that time,
-I’ve finished my job in Sydney
-I’ve travelled over Europe
-I’ve made my way home
…and I’ve booked another one way flight, packing up my shit and getting ready for a whole new adventure.
On the 24th of August I said seeeeee yaaaa to my little sydney life and flew out to London. I was absolutely shitting myself but knew that I had made the right decision in finishing my job and exploring some more. The best year of my life, the most rewarding 12 months I’ve ever had. Thank you, thank you sydney for the lessons, the love and the laughs I had there. The people I met, the dudezzz I loved, the places I saw… ugh. My little slice of homely paradise. I do truly miss ya.
I arrived in London, absolutely shitting myself. I literally had a anxiety attack on the flight from Abu Dhabi to London – 14 hours worth of panic. Brits, overthinking and over reacting like usssuaall.
I L]landed, got through customs, grabbed my bag and hit the underground train to my apartment. I know, what the fuck is my life! I met up with my friend from high school and she stayed with me for the week while I was in London. I lovedddd it. I saw so much and did so much, half asleep throughout most of the time because I quickly learnt that jetlag was no joke – an actual bitch. After 5 days in London it was time to move out of my humble abode, too expensive london apartment and check in to my room at the Royal National, where I would start my contiki..
London to Athens.
The day before we started I was almost pooing my pants. I had so much spare time to sit and overthink every single thing. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING – i literally said that to myself at least 2,000 times that night. We had a meeting the night before in the basement and I introduced myself to a few people (with shit almost running down my legs I was that nervous) but I DID IT!
I woke up at 6am the next day and we hit the road and made our way to Paris.
The rest is history!
21 days it took from London to Athens and it was literally the best, most fucked up time of my life. I loved it and I met some of my most favourite people from it. We finished in Athens and the following day I started my next contiki which was Greek Week.
I had made 3 really good friends from my first contiki,
Crispy Bean, T-cash and Jroy.
And funny enough, my 3 muppets were on my second contiki too.
I LOVE HOW LIFE WORKS.
We ended up scoring a quad room in Mykonos and I was literally drunk the entire time.
In Ios, they do this thing where you do 7 shots and get a singlet… I came home with 5.
We finished greek week in Athens and I flew back to sydney the following day, after a tearful goodbye with my new best friend, Miss Crispy.
I arrived back in sydney on the 29/09… exactly one year since I moved there.
I had one night to grab a few things I left behind like cards from mum etc etc and my flight left the next day..
It took 6 flights to get home; my ankles were fat, I was dead but so excited to finally squish my family.
I landed home with the original plan being to come home for nanas 65th and I’d be off again, hoping to score a nanny gig in Brissy or Melbs.
Things did not go to plan because I got a letter in the post and it turns out I was called up for jury service and you literally need a disease to get out of that – which unfortunately, I didn’t come home from Europe with one of those. Ugh. So I was stuck here longer, contemplating what the fuck my life even is. I felt depressed, defeated, so so so sad and lost. I found some guidance from Sarah who I’m convinced is the love of my life. She proposed that I study reiki with her – not to be some spiritual healing, but just for me. Something to keep me grounded and balanced while I travel because I still have so much more to see and I’m going to be alone a lot… and If I’m not right, then things aren’t right.
I did the jury service.
I studied my reiki.
And leading up to that, I also re evaluated my life and I applied for QRC to do hospitality management – a qualification that’ll get me where I want to go, allow me to see the world and something I genuinely want to get out of bed for.
I’ve been accepted and I fly down there on the 2nd of January, 2018. yaaahooooo.
This past year has been the craziest year of my life. I’ve seen so much of the world, met so many people genuinely adore, I’ve learnt so much about myself and I’ve honestly never ever been so happy. I didn’t even realise that life could be so good.
I am so so so excited for whats ahead for me, I still have so much to see and do, so many more people to meet and to love.
But what i’m most excited for is my next little slice of nowhere in Queenstown.
I loved so much about sydney, but mostly that I was a no one.
I walked down the street and no one recognised me. I wasn’t the girl who’s mum died from cancer and I wasn’t the girl who’s dad left when she was young. I wasn’t known as anyones ex girlfriend or the girl we use to be friends with. I was just Britney and I loved that. No one had any expectations of me, no one had heard things about me, no one knew me. I could wear what I wanted, I could hangout with who I wanted, I got to kiss whoever I wanted, I could literally be who ever I wanted.
Being back in hawera, I’ve realised nothing and no one has changed. People still talk the same amount of shit they use to and think they know whats going on, when in reality…You don’t. From the outside looking in, so much can be said about me. So much judgement is cased on you when people don’t understand why you are the way you are, but regardless of someones decisions on what they do with their lives.. it literally doesn’t effect you, one single bit. I’m so happy with my life; where I’ve been and where I’m going and I actually feel so sorry for the dipshits that spend their days picking apart all the stuff I do, screenshotting the shit I post and filling their heads with everything I’m up to. Because I honestly don’t give you or your life a second thought. I am so so happy with what I’ve done and where I’m heading. And I love the fact that I actually WANT to get out of bed because there were days when I didn’t.
I can’t wait to be in Queenstown and for no one to know me, all over again.
BRC VS QRC commences January, 2018.
I CAN NOT WAAAAAAAAIT.
(also, I’m so sorry for being so useless with posting because I know some people genuinely enjoy my writing but the past few months have been insane in the world of Beez. 2018 will be more structured (for 6 months at least) and I promise I’ll try harder at this. Try, being the key word here.)
SEEE YA SOOON.