Going to Sydney last week was the break I needed, although it was busy.
I was running around during the day with my uni class, visiting so many media companies and agencies and feeling sorry for Adrian being all alone (although, I'm sure he was happy soaking in the sun and visiting museums). But, it was the first time in weeks that I had time to go out and take some photos with Adrian for my blog.
You've probably noticed the lack of posts on here lately. Part of me has stopped feeling guilty about not posting on Instagram/Facebook and the other million sites I belong to. I say, if you're feeling overwhelmed by social media, just take a break, after all we're all human.
I should add a clause to this post before I post it but, I won't. I feel pretty cynical after watching Tavi Gevinson's talk on the ABC from the Melbourne Writers Festival. I want to remember my teenage feelings all over again, then I realise I'm 25 years old, and I feel sad that I can't relive those stupid moments that I promised myself to remember. But, I feel like I still think like my 16 year old self. It's weird. My Mum said something once, she said that although she is [insert Mum's age here] she still thinks like her 19 year old self. Maybe we are as old as we think?
Anyway, it's late and I'm rambling.