With the rain, the homework and the transition back to a U.S. course load, it has to be said — I MISS AUSTRALIA. The majority of photos plastered on my walls hail from Australia and New Zealand, and there are a few other souvies scattered around — I can’t tell if it’s comforting or makes me miss it more.
There’s this little guy perched on my nightstand. The real ones are exponentially cuter.
Spotted this spoon at a fancy-shmancy club in Sydney and one of my housemates “borrowed” it for me.
Here are the roomies and a baby boomie. Even though I had a lesson in boomerang throwing (this indeed exists, in case you ever want to polish up your boomie skills), I would undoubtedly injure myself or others if I threw one again.
And this is a chunk of a bungee…. because I nonchalantly bungee jumped (this is a story for another day). I gifted it to my dad when I flew home, and he insisted I keep it. I think it nauseated him knowing I jumped off a platform with just this tied around my ankles.
The shell is filled with Aussie and New Zealand currency. JFK and a Mexican coin made their way in there too.
Here’s a NZ five and a picture of some of my roommates and me at the beach we lived on. Because we lived on a beaaaaach.
More on Australia — and the beach — to come.