I’m currently working on an assignment that is due on Friday but I’ve come to a complete stand still. It’s like my brain has overheated and has just shut off. I’ve been thinking non-stop for so long, I don’t even remember the feeling of being free of assignments! I’m not complaining though, I absolutely love uni and all that comes with it – in some strange way I even love these late nights alone, trying so hard to find answers that will only come to me around 3am which is the time at which I am most efficient. I guess that kind of makes me a morning person; who would have thought? Anyway, I’m just rambling because usually when I can’t concentrate anymore, a little bit of mindless babbling gets things started again. I hope that somewhere in the world, someone is feeling the same thing as I am right now and this makes them feel a little bit better about it. You are not alone, my friend. Ok, I really should stop wasting time now, and if you’re in the same boat as me, you should too. We can get through this together, I believe in you! All we need is a little faith, trust, pixie dust and a coffee every hour. I am aware of how cheesy that was and I’m not even sorry. Let the night begin!
Lots of love,
Ok, so this post is going to be a little bit different – it’s just a bit of an emotional rant and it’s completely unplanned so I don’t know where it’s going to take me. I’m not even sure yet if I’ll post it or not, but we’ll just see how it goes. I’ve wanted to write about this for a long time, but never really knew how to explain it until now. Basically, I have an amazing older sister who I love more than anything, and everyone else loves her too. She’s the kind of person who everyone wants to know, and everyone gets along with. She is charismatic, beautiful, spontaneous and extroverted, where I am shy, distant, and basically just all-round introverted. Socialising is draining no matter how much I enjoy the person’s company. People ask me on a regular basis if I’m jealous of her, to which I always truthfully reply, “no.” They even then go as far as asking me why I’m not jealous of her, as if I should be and it’s weird that I’m not. Every time this happens (and believe me, it happens more often than you would think) of course it’s a bit of a blow to my self confidence, but more than that it reinforces the fact that people value certain characteristics over others and think it’s strange when people are just happy with how they are. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like there’s something a little wrong with that. In school we’re always taught to be ourselves – but we are also taught that we have to be good at team work, be confident, and always willingly put forward our ideas when we haven’t had time to think them through or research them in-depth. This seems to cater for one end of the spectrum more than the other. From a young age we are taught that extroverted qualities are desirable; that you can learn to not be introverted.
When I realised (getting a little personal here) that out of the two relationships I’d had, both guys’d had a thing for my sister before they wanted me, I really felt like I was always just second best. Teachers who had taught me for two years and had never taught my sister accidentally called me by her name. I was known around school as “the sister.” People expected me to be good at the things she was good at. In one of my relationships I knew the guy wanted me to be crazy, sporty and outspoken and it killed me that I couldn’t be that. No matter how much I cared for him or how hard I tried, when it came to trying to be something I wasn’t my brain just caved in on me and I ended up as a nervous wreck. I realise now that I’m naturally more shy around some people than I am around others, but it has nothing to do with the fear of what they might think; it’s simply compatibility. I like talking to people about deep topics – life, love, the future, goals, happiness, the meaning behind everything, you get the picture. If I’m with someone that just makes a lot of jokes and only likes light topics and small talk, I’m way out of my depth. No matter how much I used to want to change that, there was no way I could.
It’s taken a whole lot of soul searching and absolutely amazing friends and family (I love you all so much) to be in a position where I am happy with just being me, but that’s just like any teenager I guess. I understand now that there are some people who I just can’t completely open myself up to, and there are others that bring me out of my shell, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about that. I don’t listen to or care about comparisons anymore, because I’ve realised that if I don’t have biased opinions on which traits are “good” or “bad”, then they are just observations. Yes, my sister is extroverted and charismatic. Yes, I am introverted and can be awkward at times. Yes, she is resourceful and can think on her toes, and yes, my head is constantly in the clouds. Cool. If you don’t take offence from people comparing you to others, the comparisons don’t seem like offences at all. So no, I’m not jealous. And the reason I’m not jealous is because this world would be a horribly boring place if everyone was the same. I’m not jealous because I can honestly look at myself and see a happy, nice person. I love and admire my sister more than I love and admire anyone else in the world; but just because I admire her does not mean I want to be her.
Lots of love,
This girl just described my inner thoughts. Feels heart-warming, reassuring, and a little terrifying :)
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It is hard being an INFP (Check out the Myer-Briggs Personality Test if these four letters mean as much to you as leaves at the bottom of a teacup).
I mean REALLY hard.
Every day I feel like I am actually an alien masquerading as a human.
INFPs should live and be nurtured in a magical, ethereal land (see above image) where dreamers are appreciated, not trapped in the bell jar of reality. It may be fine for other people but it suffocates our souls.
Gah. It’s so hard to explain the torment. It’s like you’re on an entirely different wavelength from everyone else around you. And I don’t mean INFPs on are on a more intellectually or morally superior level. No, we’re just different from the norm. A little unconventional. And we know how much society hates that, don’t we?
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I’m writing this blog post from the comfort of my own bed. In fact, I’ve been home for a week now and I’m already getting into old habits of missing my Wednesday weekly blog posts. Not this week though! Today I’m going to attempt to catch up on as many posts as possible, although I may not be able to do them all because I’ve already done so much writing today for uni, but we’ll see how my brain holds up. Anyway, where was I?…
London! After the fiasco of getting to London we were absolutely dead. We bought an oyster card (like go cards in Brisbane) and loaded it up with 25 pounds (like $50 aud D; ) so that we could use all the public transport to our heart’s content. London is big so we weren’t going to attempt to walk everywhere like we did in Madrid. We arrived sometime in the late afternoon, got to our hostel after a painful walk in the sun (London was hotter than Athens… what?), flopped on the bed and fell asleep. It was so comfortable and I cannot recommend Rest Up London Hostel enough. It’s in a really nice building, there’s a TV room with constant movies playing, a soccer table and like ten bean bags, and there’s an adorable diner in the lobby. Breakfast is 3 pounds if you book it the night before as well. I know that some people had problems with overbooking and things like that but our experience was all better than ok.
So, the next morning was when we really started exploring, and the weather was like this:
We went to see the Big Ben, Westminster, Buckingham Palace (where we accidentally witnessed the changeover of the guards), Trafalgar Square, Soho….
I loved London so much. It instantly felt like home, and I definitely want to live there at some point in my life. It just felt so alive and as they say, “buzzin'”.
On the second day we went to the Camden markets with some french boys we met. It was amazing and there were so many people! I was so entranced by the city.
On our last evening we walked around South bank and visited the London Eye, spent a bit of the night in Soho before going back to the hostel for a 5am wake up call the next morning.
Next stop… Berlin!
I am currently sick in bed on our last night in Europe, so I have some time to myself to catch up on my blog for the first time since Paris.
London was a dream… once we got there. Let’s just say that the way there was not something I’d like to relive. A train which was booked to the wrong train station, a taxi which wasn’t actually expensive but cost more than I had ( not like cash on hand, literally more money than I own), an almost missed ferry, a frustrated sister and an expensive train from the middle of nowhere to London. We later found out that it would have been cheaper to catch the Eurostar, fast, direct train.
Aside from that, London was absolutely amazing. The internet keeps stuffing up so I can’t add any photos, but I’ll be back in Brisbane in three days to tell you all about London, Berlin, Prague and Vienna! I’m going to go sleep off this stupid cold,
Lots of love,
Tamara. Joy xoxo
You guessed it – I’m talking about Paris!
It’s already quite late but the internet is working well at the moment so I’ll tell you a bit about our time in Paris ❤
We arrived on the 14th of July which just happens to be the French national day. It was a complete coincidence and we didn’t even know until some nice locals banned us from leaving the restaurant they were at and wanted to meet up that night at the fireworks (we didn’t end up finding them). So my sister and I found our way to the Eiffel Tower where hoards of people were congregating to get a good look. This is where we ended up:
And this is what happened next:
And then they played Imagine by John Lennon, while the fireworks lit up the night. I died.
Also in Paris I met up with a good friend from school who took my sister and I through the Louvre, which was amazing as well. There is just so much to tell that I can’t get the words out right!!
On day two we visited the tower again and ate baguettes, crepes, macarons and snails in Monte Marte, a gorgeous area filled with artists begging to sketch your face for a pretty penny. If only I hadn’t run out of money on day 3!
I wish I could share more photos but I’m worried that it won’t upload if I do. As soon as I get back to Brisbane they will be on Facebook! I can’t believe there is only one week to go.
I’ll be writing about London in my next post – I absolutely adore this city!
Oh my God. Where do I start? I’ll have to break this update into a couple of parts because so much has happened, so I think in this post I’ll just talk about Spain.
We only had time to see Barcelona and Madrid, but I’m going back as soon as I can. There’s just an overwhelmingly good feeling that comes over me when I’m in Spain, especially Madrid. It really just feels like home for some reason, even though I don’t speak a word of Spanish. Our hostels were also both amazing in Spain – Tailor’s Hostel in Barcelona (short walk from La Rambla) and Cat’s Hostel in Madrid (short walk from Plaza De Mayor). Here are a couple of photos of our time in Spain, although the WiFi won’t let me upload many:
Madrid is such a picturesque city. It’s so clean, there are so many flowers and amazing buildings, not to mention the shopping! I can totally see myself living there without a doubt. It is much less touristy than Barcelona and there are much less English speakers, but we got around just fine. I really don’t know why more people don’t talk about how beautiful Madrid is, because I really think it is up there with Paris ( I’ll talk about Paris in my next post).
Right now I’m lying in my bed in London in the coolest hostel, but that’s a story for another time.
Bye for now,
Somehow this post got saved as empty so I lost everything! It’s not like I’m not already short for time :( Anyway, the little bit of WiFi I get doesn’t let me upload too many photos so I’ll just give you a quick run down. In the past week or two I’ve ridden a donkey, gotten a fish pedicure (best thing ever, look it up) and climbed a volcano in Santorini…
I’ve explored the temples of the Greek gods in Athens…
I’ve met up with friends and family in one of my favourite cities ever – Zürich, Switzerland…
I’ve slept on the street with a scarf as a blanket on the 16 hour trip to Cannes and eaten some of the best salmon I’ve ever had…
I’m currently getting ready to leave beautiful Barcelona, but it definitely needs a blog post all to itself. I am so in love with Spain – it really feels like home. I’ll be back as soon as I can to tell you more stories and show more photos. Until then,
After three days straight of flights and overnight stopovers, we finally made it to Mykonos. The ferry on the way there was absolutely freezing, and going on about two hours of sleep that night and four the night before, I’d say it was a pretty painful experience… but all was forgotten as soon as the ramp lowered and we saw Mykonos for the first time
The water was crystal clear and the atmosphere was so electrifying that it was hard to stand still. We were then driven through the narrow streets to our hostel (Paraga Beach Hostel) to find one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen. This is what I’ve been waking up to for the past two days:
Our first day was spent lying in the sun, admiring the views, exploring the coast and dancing our hearts out at a party by the beach.
On the second day we caught a bus into the centre of the Mykonos town, and it was absolutely breathtaking. I can’t believe we only had two days here, but the next stop is Santorini so I can’t complain!
On our last night in Mykonos we walked to the famous Paradise Beach and danced under the moon with people from all around the world until our legs literally buckled and we were too exhausted to even talk. It was such a great end to our Mykonos time and I can definitely see us coming back as soon as we can.
Right now we’re on a ferry that was two and a half hours late and has engine difficulties so it can only go really slowly; but hey, we’re on our way to Santorini so who really cares? I’ll upload this as soon as I find some free WiFi, so I don’t know how long that will be. I’m praying for good WiFi at the next hostel!
Bye for now,
I’m currently laying in the comfiest bed I have ever had the pleasure of laying in. It literally feels like a giant cloud that moulds to your body. The hotel room is a thousand times nicer than I thought it would be, considering it is just a free stopover including breakfast and dinner. You know it’s a little bit fancy when you can set the temperature of the toilet seat… What?! Unfortunately we won’t have time to step out and explore the city, because in a couple of hours we are flying to Vienna for a quick stop there, then to Frankfurt for another quick stop, and then finally we’ll be on our way to Mykonos, Greece. I have to go down to breakfast soon, but I just thought I’d share a few photos of the trip so far :)
That’s all for now, I’ll be back with more next time I have WiFi :)
Bye for now,
The time has finally come. The bags are packed and the alarm is set. It has been an extremely hectic day full of meetings with people to look after the house, frantic rushes to the shops to pick up last minute essentials, house cleaning, the application for a certain tertiary transport concession card that I should have done months ago, the printing and copying of important documents and the usual bag packing until the early hours of morning, even if I need to get up at 4:00am. Somehow I can never get it right. Now it’s safe to say that I am beyond excited, yet completely and utterly exhausted. There is nothing I want more right now than to be on the beach in Greece, relaxing in the sun with music and Greek food, and I cannot believe that tomorrow morning I’ll be on my way to doing just that. This “investment” was literally the best decision I’ve ever made, and I can’t wait to share it with you. It all begins tomorrow!
Today, while procrastinating, I took an online test that revealed which personality type I fit into, based on the studies of Myers Briggs and Jung. The test has about 70 questions and basically gives you a result comprised of four letters which stand for different things. The outcomes are based on 8 characteristics: Introverted vs Extroverted, Sensing vs Intuition, Thinking vs Feeling and Judging vs Perceiving. My type came up as INFP – Introverted, iNtuitive, Feeling, Perceiving. The type description that it gave me was so accurate it was actually a little scary. I felt so revealed, like someone knew all my secrets. Once this vulnerable feeling disappeared, I felt humbled by the fact that there are others like me. I’ve been doing a bit of research on it lately and found out that, although INFPs are rare (2% of the population), there ARE people out there who think and act like me – they can be really confident and even mistaken for extroverts around some people, and extremely shy around others; they have messy desks and closets; they have their heads in the clouds and are constantly day-dreaming; they are complete romantics; they get very emotional in stressful situations; they are very private and selective as to who to show their true selves to; they absolutely hate conflict and confrontation and above all, they are driven by their values and ability to sympathize with other people because of their strong intuition.
As well as a detailed description of the personality type, the test also showed me which famous people were also INFPs, and surprisingly enough, a huge percentage of them were writers:
William Shakespeare, A.A. Milne, George Orwell, J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkein, C.S. Lewis, Virginia Woolf, Edgar Allan Poe and Hans Christian Anderson were the writers among the group of INFPs. This reminded me that following my dream of becoming a writer was the right thing to do, despite the sometimes unstable job opportunities (another characteristic of INFPs is not caring much for money).
I was also so so so happy to find out that I have the same personality type as Audrey Hepburn. She is such an obvious inspiration, to the point where saying she is my inspiration seems clichèd, but it’s true. Her class, elegance and kindness has been the image of everything that I want to be for a very long time. Another of my inspirations, Helen Keller, was said to be and INFP as well. It seems like I’m inspired by people who I can relate to personality wise, which is something that I wasn’t aware of before doing this test.
It really has made me understand myself better as a person. I no longer question why I occasionally can’t open up to people, or why I sometimes feel super emotionally drained after a lot of socializing. I don’t question why I tend to have meltdowns over stressful situations, why my head is constantly in the clouds or why I find it so difficult to give criticism. The answer is, I do these things because I am me and that is completely ok. I highly recommend everyone take this test and become more in touch with who you are. It was so interesting to see a bit of the science behind why I act the way I act, and compare results with friends!
Here is the link to the test I took: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp (copy and paste into browser)
Comment your results down below, I hope to hear from you soon!
Lots of Love,
“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”
– Pablo Picasso
Sorry I’ve been so absent lately! I really want to say it’s because I’ve been busy with all sorts of adventures, but to be honest I haven’t really been doing much at all apart from studying, cleaning, cooking and grocery shopping. I’ve been feeling like a bit of a housewife lately; except wife would imply that I’m not single, which I am. Damn. That aside, today marks the day that the wait to Europe falls beneath 2 weeks. I still can’t believe that this Eurotrip is happening. A couple of days ago we sorted out insurance and ended up getting it for less than a quarter of the price our travel agent was offering it for. We still have to make the slightly awkward call telling him that we bought it elsewhere which is not helping my phone anxiety, but it has to be done.
On another note, I have been reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and I am in love with it. I wasn’t really expecting to like it because if you’ve heard of it you’ll know that the story line is very twisted. When you’re reading it, you’re forced to empathize with a middle-aged man who falls in love with a 12 year old girl, and acts on it. That’s how beautifully written it is. I know this sounds disturbing and off putting, but I really can’t explain it – just go and read it. Here’s my favourite line:
“Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo-lee-ta.” – Vladimir Nabokov
On yet another note, I’ve decided to give up on dying my hair blonde and dye it back to light brown right before the trip. My hair now has this unflattering orange tone in pictures especially, that I just can’t get rid of. Ash dyes turn it green, toners don’t do anything and neutral blonde doesn’t even show up on my hair, so back to brown it is! I’m using a semi permanent napro palette dye and can’t find reviews anywhere, so I’ll be writing one as soon as I dye it. I promise to take before and after pictures this time!
I’m sorry that this was so all-over-the-place and boring, I feel like it was more of a diary entry than a blog post, but I guess they’re kind of the same thing. I promise that, in less than two weeks, this blog is going to get a whole lot more interesting!