Firstly – Happy Valentines Day! Considering I’m travelling around the world with my boyfriend, I don’t think I’ve ever written a ‘couples travel’ post on here before. We’re three months in to our Australian adventure and I think we could both agree that it hasn’t been easy. We are currently spending every single day together, living together, worrying about our spends and, well, you get the idea. Three months in; I’d consider myself to be quite the expert at couple travel.
I’ve been unsure whether or not to post this. Valentines Day generally means nothing to me; I’ve never celebrated it with anyone and today that tradition will continue. But as I love reading about other people’s love stories; I figured it would be fun to write about my happy ending with Jack – especially as he plays a huge and vital part in this travel blogging journey; (photos, ideas, guests post etc). Like most people, I’ve had my fair share of terrible experiences and relationships, with some being particularly damaging, but eventually – things will begin to take a turn for the better.
As I look to my right; I see a bulging white suitcase packed full of clothes I will most likely never wear, behind me is a comfortable king sized bed with a door located next to it leading to an en suite bathroom and in front of me boasts a stunning garden view with a property placed behind it with an impressive swimming pool – Being a graduate; in my early twenties and travelling around Australia for a year while on a budget – you would think of me as a backpacker. But in all honesty, I’m the worst backpacker going.
“I write better than I talk”
That’s a quote I instantly related to last week. After scrolling through my blog the other day, I laughed at how different I come across on the internet to the person I am in real life. When I write, it naturally flows. I find it easier to write about feelings or my outlooks on different topics than I do talking to somebody in real life. I stutter, lose track of what I’m saying and becoming a socially awkward buffoon during social interactions with new people. Just last week I had to explain a story to a person at our Airbnb – making a tit out of myself in the process. I couldn’t make it funny, or witty, I stumbled on my words and I spoke that fast I couldn’t even understand what I was saying – never mind the poor Mexican woman standing on the opposite side of the kitchen table – I apologise for my social awkwardness, Julietta.
Ahh cellulite – you little devil. Lumps, bumps and imperfections are unavoidable; but they features that so many of us struggle to come to terms with. Body confidence – or should I say lack of it, is something I’ve suffered with for a long time, particularly as a teenager. I remember when I was around 12 years old and my body began to develop. I don’t think I was ever destined to be skinny, and now at the age of 22, I’ve realised that I will always have a wobbly bum – something I absolutely hated growing up. During family holiday’s; I’d wear shorts over my bikini bottoms to hide my upper thighs – or I’d walk around with my hand covering my insecurities, and at home I’d wear baggy t-shirts, coats and hoodies in order to hide my bum.