The mornings in Australia have proven to be a renewing force close to a religion in themselves. Sights and sounds here are more beautiful and exotic than I could have imagined. Every morning I wake up and go out by myself (whether it’s a run or a stroll) and I breathe deep the peace.
The vacation with the Vincents was lovely. I went surfing, saw dolphins, sat on beaches, cooked delicious meals, ate my weight in amazing fruit, went for beautiful runs, read multiple books… all in a week. It was magnificent.
But I must say… All of this is not as lovely as I thought it would be without loved ones around. [insert cliché that I can’t quite remember.] I know it’s only been a week, but it has been ridiculous how homesick I have been for people. All this time I’ve wanted to travel to Australia…
I know I’m probably speaking too soon here… Next week I’ll probably fall in love with a group of friends here and never want to leave. All’s I’m saying is this: My life has been blessed by beautiful sights and amazing adventure, but they are only a fraction of the blessing of my gorgeous friends and family.