I’ve been a bad blogger.
Over the past week or two, despite my best intentions to write, I inadvertantly abandoned any semblance of planning. I ignored my to-do lists. I hardly so much as opened my computer, and I neglected my social media efforts almost entirely. On the blogging front, it has been a thoroughly unproductive couple of weeks, a complete bust.
And you know what? I’ve also had the best time in Broome since I arrived here in June.
Lately, instead of manipulating my time away from work to squeeze in whatever writing I can manage, I’ve been letting life come first. I’ve been doing what I want when I want and letting the hostel flow guide my days off. These indulgences have made for an unplanned vacation of sorts, one that I realize now was very much needed.
I live in paradise, after all. Sometimes, it feels right to let go of work and simply embrace the amazing fact of my being here.
I’ve woken up early to walk through the dunes and do sun salutations in the sand. I’ve luxuriated in long swims at Cable Beach, where last week the waves were the biggest I’ve ever seen here, a complete departure from the water’s usual calm. I’ve basked in the sand in all of the sun-worshipping glory of Broome’s increasingly hot afternoons, watched little white crabs scuttle between their shady tunnels at low tide while hawks circle overhead and witnessed the sky turn from grapefruit to molten orange while running down the beach at sunset. When the tides were at their highest last week, dozens of us made our way to Ganthieume Point for a full day of beer, barbecue and cliff jumping. As the tides went out and left us to enjoy playing on the rocks, a pod of six dolphins swam by just barely beyond our swimming range. The next day, we dressed up to get drinks at a nice bar in town while watching the full moon rise over the mud flats during Broome’s infamous Staircase to the Moon phenomenon.
Broome is a spectacular place to live. Still, more than anything else, it’s the people I share this place with that make Broome paradise. In my last weekly update, I wrote about being reminded to appreciate everyday and everyone a little more. During the past couple of weeks, I have done exactly that. From lingering around the breakfast table at the hostel in the morning to spontaneous afternoon beach parties to simply lounging around watching old TV shows and getting meals out with friends, every hour outside of work has been perfect. The tourist season is coming to an end here in Broome, which means that people are slowly but surely making their way out. We’ve said goodbye to friends in showers of bubbles and piñatas; we’ve talked about where we’re going, about who’s leaving soon and who’s sticking around. I’ll be in Broome for a couple of months longer, and while there’s a lot to keep loving, there will be a lot to miss, too. Now is the time to celebrate the people I love here.
I’ve been a bad blogger as of late, but I don’t regret it. Balancing full-time work in hospitality with blogging, outside writing, friends and loving where I’m living isn’t easy. I’m working on it, and slowly, I think, I’m learning. There’s a lot about living in Australia that I’m excited to share with y’all, and now that I’m returning to the blog re-energized and re-inspired, you can expect a lot of new posts. Every now and again, though, I’m going to give myself permission to step back and simply be. We all should. I couldn’t be more cliché, I know, but I’m going to run with it and quote Ferris Bueller here anyway (because he’s so, so right)…
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
My vacation from writing also meant a vacation from reading (sadly). I’ve promised myself to finally finish Anna Karenina this week, and to reward myself with some shorter reads next time around.
The Weekend is on constant rotation here, it seems, and “I Can’t Feel My Face” has been stuck in my head for most of the week. I’ve also been obsessed with Halsey (check out “Hold Me Down”) and Oh Wonder (especially “All We Do”). Now that I’ve officially gotten our tickets for celebrating New Year’s at Falls Fest in Tasmania, I’m continuing to obsess over all the artists on the lineup!
& Feeling Inspired by…
Seth Kugel’s “Frugal Traveler” column for the New York Times has long been one of my favorite travel writers to follow. His recent piece about diverse travel experiences in Indonesia seriously inspired me. When I leave Australia in February, I have a couple of fixed plans and a whole lot of freedom. I’m considering a return to Indonesia to explore islands apart from Bali, which made this read especially exciting and timely for me.
Have any of you heard of the literary food blog Eat This Poem? Between travel, books and food, it covers most of my favorite things. From now on, I won’t make any serious itineraries for travel back home without checking out these literary city guides. Amazing!