Life latey

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of plenty and nothing in particular (if that's possible!).
Recently I made the brave move to relocate from my little place in the north of Melbourne to the south east to move in with my beau, Evan. A new and exciting chapter for little romantic story.
We hired a truck and relocated in just one day which proved to be an exciting and fun, albeit exhausting experience.
Our pad has been a chaotic disarray of boxes, record crates and travel trinkets. And while the clutter has been frustrating, namely the development of my new Olympic-like skill of pole-vault with a kitchen broom, it's been a therapeutic and organic move for us a couple.

So just like that, a new set of braces (yep, that's right!), a birthday, a few shows, a couple of social drinks and a what feels like an eternity of charity clothing donations later, 3 weeks have disappeared before my very eyes! Oh mon Dieu!



Move day selfie

There's always time to eat!

Gish on her birthday

 Train tracks

 Drinks with Phil
 

Boracay

It's crazy how quickly life-as-usual resumes. It's like the last month was like a terrific dream that was over in a blink. Nothing quite like a shrill 6am alarm and cold rainy Melbourne morning to snap you back to reality, hey? 

 

I left you last 3 weeks ago in El Nido. Another island, another country and what feels like another planet later, I'm sitting on the tram anxiously awaiting my first day back at work. 

To continue the tale, I'll regress to week 2; Boracay.
Postcard perfect, party resort island. I binged daily on buffet breakfasts, beachfront banana lounge massages and tropical cocktails. Such a decadent, relaxing and fun week.
On a side note, can you believe I left here with the flu?!