Having no money is a blessing in disguise.
Unfortunately, any sort of savings account I had built up during my years at University got completely and utterly depleted during my final year of studying, and I came to Australia from Scotland with next to no money.
It was a stupid thing to do, but it’s also something that is forcing me to explore the things within walking distance from my host family’s house… doing bush walks and finding secluded areas to sit and read my book and enjoy the sunshine, rather than diving straight into the super expensive tourist trap experiences.
On top of this, I’ve been using putting off doing the ‘big things’ until Mr Onebigstressball visits, because then we’ll both be able to enjoy them together!
So, I’ve been exploring what’s on my doorstep.
To name just a few places, I’ve been able to explore Bondi Beach (just over half an hour away on public transport and with stunning sunset views); go sit by the water and explore the bush walk down at Berry Island; hop over to Balmain on the ferry and enjoy ice cream at the park; go to the Museum of Sydney; and, one of my favourites, I got to visit the Police and Justice Museum.
I’m such a geek for true crime documentaries, I spent hours here, and I would totally recommend it if you’re a bit of a weirdo like I am.
The thing is, I truly believe that there is so much pressure for travellers to go and do everything that they can possibly do when they’re somewhere new, and I definitely felt it when I arrived here in Sydney. I felt that everyone had expectations of me going to all these amazing places constantly and posting constant Instagram updates posing in front of crazy landmarks and views, and though I have been able to experience incredible places so far during my time here, there has also been a lot of ‘down time’ as well.
I’ve had to remind myself what this trip is really about. Of course, I want to explore Australia and what it has to offer, but at the end of the day, I bought my flight ticket so I could finally do something for myself, and putting this pressure on myself to keep moving and travelling is defeating the whole point.
It’s important to remember that no matter where we are and what we’re doing, we’re making memories constantly… good times aren’t defined by where you are, but what you make of it. After a day at Bondi, there was nothing I wanted to do more than sit out on the deck at the house and read a book and drink beers. So, instead of heading straight out to the Harbour Bridge and forcing myself to walk across it, there was nothing wrong with doing exactly what I wanted, and sitting on the deck for 7 hours, saving the Bridge for a cooler day.
Savour the moments of your day, and enjoy what you do. Do things for yourself and not because you’re trying to live up to whatever expectations you think everyone else has for you, otherwise you’ll forever be chasing the oasis without seeing the one you’re already standing in.