The Game

Coming home to Noosa and momentarily escaping the city is like pressing pause on a game. They say you shouldnt run away from your problems but admittedly every time the big smoke throws a big punch at me I always find myself on the next plane. I'm not trying to avoid my problems I'm just giving myself time to amend my game plan before I step back into the city more tactful and resilient than ever, with a fresh new tan as my armour. Selfish of me isnt it?

I'd love to play it up and say that most of my holiday has been spent mingling with old friends and partaking in spontaneous trips to Brisbane (the much smaller city where I went to college), however I've actually spend most of my time sleeping in a hammock at the peak of my dads luscious hinterland property.

Although it may seem like nothing, filthy detox juice after filthy detox juice I am regaining my strength to dive back into the hustle and bustle head on. Because after all, after I get back on that plane I'm plunging into the unknown again - Jobless, in the midst of winter with only one thing in sight...a new love interest. All I can say about that folks is that he's a live one ;)

All in all I think the Dirthouse is holding up fine without me, I hear that a new vivacious red head has moved in...hopefully she has no intention to steal my throne or i'd probably have to kill her. However, I have a feeling that she's here to stay and will bring even more excitement and adventure to our classic arrangement. Interesting times ahead my friends.

As for now i'm just taking the time to enjoy the simpler things in life, from shells to the gorgeous lifesavers native to these warmer climates.

Hope all is well in your little piece heaven,

DQ xx