Getting a Job

18 Feb

Hi everyone,

I have been back in Brisbane for a week now, and it’s crazy to see how much my life has changed in such a short amount of time. It went from easy breezy (and a bit on the boring side) to full on, scary and terribly exciting. Today was my first day as an employed copywriter for a digital marketing agency! But before I get into that, I want to talk a little bit about the interview because oh my goodness, I don’t remember ever being that nervous. My main weaknesses are thinking on the spot and selling myself, so interviews aren’t really my forte. Here are a few things that I did that helped me calm down enough to function:

– Being completely honest. The thing that calmed me down the most was knowing that I wasn’t pretending to be anything that I wasn’t. I was honest about my level of experience, and I didn’t lie about my personality in any way. In a job interview, you’re going to be nervous and you’re going to worry about impressing the interviewer, so the last thing you need is to worry about living up to a false expectation.

– Thinking about things that are scarier than job interviews. On the bus on my way there, I was listing things that would be scarier than what I was about to do, like giving an important presentation in front of thousands of people with no notes.

– Breaking it down. All an interview requires you to do is to walk, sit, talk, and maybe drink a coffee. You can do all of those things.

I made sure I caught the bus early enough so that even if I missed it, I would be able to catch the next one and still be on time. I didn’t miss any buses, so this meant an excruciating hour of waiting for the interview. The interview itself was the least nerve wracking thing in the whole process. I sat down with a coffee and two really nice people, answered some questions and that was it. I guess the moral of this story is to not over think things and just take life as it comes, but I know that’s not a very useful piece of advice because I’ve told it to myself a thousand times and it never seems to stick.

Anyway, it turns out that they liked my writing enough to hire me, and now I have a job that is a step forward in my career! The nervous feeling hasn’t really subsided yet because I’m still so unsure about everything, but I think most of it is just excitement. I’m a little anxious to see how I’m going to handle everything once uni starts up again, and I have a feeling my life is about to get really busy. I’ve only have one piece of work to do so far and already I’ve been writing almost all day. My day was spent drafting some ideas, writing for work, and writing this blog post. After this I’m going to work on my novel, and then do some reading for uni. My day is full but it’s full of things that I love, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

If you have a job interview coming up, or just anything else that you are nervous about, I wish you the best of luck. Smile, and just remember that any experience is a good experience. You can do it!

I feel like I might actually go through with my new years resolutions this year – “Don’t let fear hold you back” – Tick.

Until next time,
Lots of love
Tamara.joy xo

Life Update – Heading Back to Brisbane

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Hi everybody, it’s me again!

I’m heading back to Brisbane and back to my second life in less than a week and I am so excited. It’s going to be sad to leave my family, friends and cats behind but I can’t wait to get stuck back into uni. Three months is a really long time to not have to do anything, so I’ve been watching lectures on copywriting and working on a few projects here and there even though nobody has been telling me to, which is something I never did until I actually started studying something I loved. I recently put an ad up on Gumtree offering freelance writing services and I actually got a reply. I’m working on an advertisement for the client at the moment so I can kind of call myself a freelance copywriter now (Link to my ad: http://www.gumtree.com.au/s-ad/brisbane-city/other-business-services/tamara-drazic-freelance-writer-copywriter-editor/1069044475)! That’s probably the most exciting thing that has happened to me in the past three months, because I’ve mostly just been relaxing at the beach, at a waterhole or at home. Being in Cairns kind of encourages you to do everything in slow motion. Soon I’ll be back in the big smoke (is Brisbane considered big smoke?) and hopefully I’ll have some more to write about. In other news, I’ve been really tempted to cut all my hair off lately.

The next time I write to you, I’ll probably be back in my little blue house in Brisbane!
Until then,
lots of love from
Tamara.Joy xo

Studying abroad – Plans for 2016.

16 Jan

Hey guys,
I’ve wanted to go on exchange ever since I started uni, but I always ruled it out as being either too expensive, too scary, or both of those things. Well after doing a whole lot of research, I’ve decided to put my new years resolutions into action (see: https://tamarajoydrazic.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/and-just-like-that-its-2015/) and stop letting fear limit me. If all goes well (if I actually get accepted) I will be spending Semester 1 of 2016 in Bath, UK, the city that inspired incredible writers like Jane Austen and Charles Dickens. That’s the plan, but I will need do a lot of hard work and save a lot of money before I can get there. I just feel like exchange is one of those things that nobody ever regrets doing, and I really don’t want to miss out on anything that could make me a more worldly, experienced and more confident person. As you know from my travel stories I absolutely fell in love with London and said that I would love to live in the UK for a while. I didn’t realise at the time that it wasn’t such a far off, way-into-the-future kind of dream, but something that I could achieve only two years later if I made it happen.

Mr B’s Book Emporium in Bath (image from TripAdvisor):


This photo of Bath is courtesy of TripAdvisor

The writing course at Bath Spa University is part of “one of the largest and most successful writing departments in the UK and indeed the world,” (http://www.bathspa.ac.uk/schools/school-of-humanities-and-cultural-industries/courses/undergraduate/creative-writing/publishing) and the more I read about it the more I fall in love with the idea of studying English IN England. 2015 is going to be a very busy year for me but I promise that I will post when I can! I hope that this has maybe given you a bit of the travel bug and/or has inspired you to actually take the first step in putting your new years resolutions into action. You are in charge of what happens in your lifetime, make the most of it.

That’s all for now,
Lots of love
Tamara.joy xo

And just like that, it’s 2015.

1 Jan

Happy New Year everybody!(also Merry Christmas, sorry for being late)

I can’t believe 2014 is over – the year I moved out, traveled Europe, started uni and turned 18 is now behind me. 2014 was such an amazing year and I’m sad to leave it behind, although I’m making it my mission to never let “the best time of my life” be over. People always say that the school years are the best years of your life, but this year has most definitely proved them wrong in my case. I hope you all enjoyed your New Year’s celebrations, and have come up with some good resolutions! Here are mine in case you’re short on ideas:

* Be happy.
* Stay healthy (mentally and physically).
* Be more proactive (actually get a job).
* Be brave (don’t let fear of failure stop you from trying).

They’re just basic things that I think will improve my overall well being, and putting them out there on this blog makes the whole resolution thing feel a lot more concrete. I hope you’ve come up with some attainable goals (almost anything is attainable if you work hard) that will help make 2015 the best year yet, but not the best year you will ever have. I wish you all the best in achieving all that you want to achieve and I hope that together we can motivate each other to keep working hard on making things happen. Our minds have so much more power than we give them credit for.

That’s all for now,
Good luck!
Tamara.joy xo

Last Stop – Vienna, Austria

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Hey readers!
I’m writing this final travel story on the night before my 18th birthday, and the fact that six months have gone by in what feels like a matter of days is making me emotional. Six months ago my sister and I embarked on this crazy journey, and here I am now blogging about it for the very last time. Well I’d better get straight into it or this post will get way too long and nostalgic!

On the train ride to Vienna we were talking about how sad yet excited we were to fly home the very next day. Travelling as much of Europe as possible in only one month had really taken a toll on our sanity (and cleanliness), so you can imagine how mixed our emotions were when my sister checked our itinerary and discovered that we had one more day than we’d planned on! For some reason both of us had the wrong date in our heads! So we got to Vienna and walked around for a good hour before thinking we’d gone the wrong way. We realised once we got back to the train station that we HAD been going the right way, and just missed the turn off. So we walked all the way back down the never ending street (both my palms were covered in blisters from lugging around a suitcase), turned down the right street and finally came to the correct address. The building that stood before us was completely empty, and was being demolished. I sat on my suitcase and threw the crumpled map on the ground. Then we saw one of our own kind. You can tell which ones are travellers by the state of their shoes and how much they look around when they walk because they’re usually lost. We ran across the street to him and together we found a local who told us all that “the big hostel is that way.”

We eventually found the hostel thanks to the local’s directions, but I’m going to skip the annoying details and fast forward to the actual city. Vienna is so beautiful and so alive! On the first evening we went out to dinner along the river, and felt like having some sort of dessert. My sister told me about an Austrian dish that her host father used to make for her called “kaiserschmarrn” (torn pancakes). We googled the best kaiserschmarrn in Vienna and found out that it was within walking distance, so off we went! We arrived at the fanciest restaurant I have ever seen, sat next to the fanciest people I have ever seen and were served by waiters in the fanciest suits I have ever seen. There was bluesy piano music playing in the background while we shared the little clouds of goodness served with apple sauce and raspberry sauce. We were on top of the world. After profusely thanking the waiters we left the restaurant and followed the sound of classical music to this amazing place:

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There was a ballet being projected onto the building and the square was alive with people eating, drinking and laughing. It was magical!

The next day was packed full of activities and we were so thankful that we had the extra day. We met up with one of my sister’s best friends who lives in Austria and explored the city and the beautiful gardens:

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Vienna really blew me away, as did every single city we visited. Even though everything is pretty close together in Europe (coming from Australia) every new place is entirely unique. I will never forget the memories that I’ve made on this trip; from having a lovely all-expenses paid stopover in Seoul to finding out our travel agent got fired for overcharging people – From relaxing on the beach in Mykonos to sleeping in/outside train stations countless times – From (window) shopping till we dropped in Madrid to realising I had 70 cents left on day 5. Even though my feet are still not back to normal and even though I’m still paying my sister back, it was well and truly, 100%, not a doubt in my mind, worth it. I’d do it all again.

You can watch our travel video right here: https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=868729806490922&set=vb.100000617328953&type=3&theater

The next time I talk to you I will be 18 years old!
Until then,
much love,
Tamara.joy xo

Travel Stories continued… Prague

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Hey guys,
I’m so excited to finally be writing about one of my favourite cities ever – Prague, Czech Republic! The way to Prague from Berlin was super smooth and easy, so it was a nice change and gave my sister and me a little bit of time to calm down. When we arrived we quickly exchanged some Euros for Czech Crowns (korunas) and then we were off. It was already quite dark but I felt really safe and comfortable. I don’t know what it was about Prague but it just felt like home. Anyway, we caught a tram (once we found the right tram stop) and got out like 200 metres from “Mosaic House,” the coolest hostel I’ve ever stayed in. Check out the pictures in the link below…
(http://www.hostelworld.com/hosteldetails.php/Mosaic-House/Prague/80883?sc_sau=sfab&sc_pos=2)
We were welcomed into the hostel by giant mushroom statues, a fountain and extremely loud karaoke. One section of the hostel is a two storey club and bar, and we arrived just in time for karaoke night. We put our stuff up in the room which was huge and air conditioned, got ready and then of course joined in.

We got up bright and early the next day to explore the city, and we both fell in love straight away. We went to the cutest cafe ever and ordered a soup, fresh bread and a coffee, for the equivalent of about five dollars!

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We explored the old town…

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Had some amazing cake…

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And climbed up a gazillion steps to see the castle and the incredible view…

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Prague is one of the cities that I wanted to go back to as soon as we left. The public transport is great, the people are great (and pretty much all of them speak english), the food is great, the hostel was great and the city is just so beautiful! That was definitely not the last time I’ll see Prague, and if it’s not on your list of places to go, I suggest you put it on.

Lost of Love,
Tamara.Joy

What I think about when there’s nothing I have to think about.

11 Nov

Hey guys, welcome to one of my late night philosophical rants!

I have finally finished all my assessment for the year and I’m feeling absolutely free. I’m not really sure why I’m writing this, but today I feel like I want to tell you what I think about when there’s nothing I have to think about, and maybe see if anyone else has the same weird quirks. When I’m stressed I completely shut down and don’t think about anything other than the work that needs to be done. As soon as my brain is free to wonder without distractions though, I start to over think absolutely everything. It’s not that I’m particularly worried about consequences or what people will think of me – it’s much more internal. I think about whether or not I’ll remember a certain moment in twenty years, or if I’ll remember the fact that I thought about whether or not I’d remember it. I try to imagine the exact feeling I’ll have after I do what I do, and then I compare my imagined feeling with how I really feel. I do this all the time, like if I’m on the bus I think of myself getting off the bus and try to pinpoint exactly how I will feel. Weird, I know.

I sometimes find special moments in the most mundane activities. Like today, I was doing the washing up, and the breeze that was coming in through the window made my eyes water. I looked up and the sky was a beautiful deep blue because the sun was going down, and then a tear rolled down my cheek because of the cold wind, and I just thought that I wanted to remember this moment forever and remember exactly how I felt. I document so many of these moments, and whenever I listen to music on the bus or before bed I go through them like a case file, remembering all the little pieces of my life and trying not to miss anything. I know this is sounding super crazy but it’s not like it affects the way I act; it’s just a constant thing that’s going on in the background of my mind when it feels free to do what it wants. Does anyone do this? Please comment, it would be nice to know that I’m not the only one!

I’m an INFP (check out my post: “Personality Type – INFP” if you have no idea what that means) and they’re known to be a little distant (ok, very distant) and out of touch with reality, which could explain why I spend so much time inside my brain. I do think though that the “out of touch with reality” thing is only true for a certain type of reality. I think every person has a different reality, and I know that I am very in touch with mine.

Like I said I don’t really know why I’m writing all of this, but this blog has become a sort of diary for me and writing has always been my way of making sense of myself and my thoughts. I’m sorry if it’s a little disjointed or confusing, I didn’t plan this at all and basically just put my thoughts on the page in the order that they were coming to me. I’m so interested to see if anyone else has similar quirks, or entirely different quirks for that matter. If you feel like sharing, please make the comment section of this post a place to do just that!

I hope you enjoyed reading, and I’ll be back soon with that post about Prague!
Until then, much love
Tamara.Joy xo

On the way to Berlin – Travel Stories continued

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Hey my amazing readers,
Yesterday I realised that my blog now has over 1000 hits! Thank you so so so much! I also realised that my travel stories abruptly stopped once I got home and I left you all in London. So here it is: Travel Stories continued…

After London, seeing as the Eurail pass wasn’t valid in England (we learned from our previous mistake), we decided to catch a bus to Brussels and then a train from there to our next stop, Berlin. The bus ticket was only around 20 pounds I think (my memory is a little foggy) so it turned out to be so much cheaper than catching a train to a port and then a ferry. After the five am wakeup call, we found our way to the bus station which was a lot further away than we expected it to be. The bus ride was nine hours long but it actually felt super fast because it wasn’t all in a straight line like the train and it actually felt more like a scenic tour through England which was cool. The interesting part came when we finally got to the water… Our bus drove inside a train which then drove through a tunnel under the ocean – UNDER THE OCEAN! Of course the windows were all closed and it was very dark, so I felt really anxious and trapped for around two hours! We couldn’t even see that the train was moving, we could only feel it shaking. I get chills just thinking about it haha.

So we got out in Brussels and had just enough time to eat a delicious Belgian waffle, and then we had to find our train. Oh my god, this was a nightmare. The signs were pointing in all different directions, and everyone we asked told us something different. When we finally found the right little electronic gate to go through, we realised that the Eurail wouldn’t fit through the scanner thing to open the gate. There were no staff anywhere close by, and we were freaking out just a little. We ended up begging random people for help, asking them what we could do, and thanks to them we weren’t stuck in Belgium. And thank god my sister is a people person, because I probably would have just set up camp and lived in Belgium for a couple of years while figuring out what to do. We ended up with an army of people helping us, scanning their tickets and then physically holding the electronic gate open with all their strength, trying to get us and our luggage through. It was so intense but we made it through, and when we did our helpers clapped for us and we had a little moment reflecting on the strength of people and their kindness. We thanked everyone like fifty times but then we had to run once again to try find our train. There were so many stairs, so many broken escalators, and so many kilograms of luggage. When we finally stepped on that train, my sister and I melted into the seats, stared at each other, and then started laughing. This happened on lots of occasions because we never really got to think about what was happening until we got onto the next train and had time to reflect.

So we arrived in Berlin, not very refreshed or ready for a long, boiling hot, slightly uphill mission to our hostel. We went the wrong way three times before we went the right way, which was annoying except that one of the wrong ways led us to 2 euro curry wurst which wasn’t annoying at all. Now for some reason I didn’t take many photos in Berlin, but we did have an amazing time exploring the city, eating German food and of course drinking German beer. Here are a couple of photos from our time there:

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I think my favourite thing about Berlin was the history, and how the city now has a really open and artistic vibe. The openness of the city represents the opposite of what it was like in the past, and shows that the city has made a truly amazing comeback. It really is an amazing place and the memorials that we visited made everything that we’ve read in the history books seem so much more real and so much closer to home. Next I’ll be writing about one of my absolute favourite cities, Prague! Until then,

Much love

Tamara.joy xo

 

End of Year Excitement!

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Hey guys,

Yesterday I handed in my last four assignments of the year, 50 pages of tears and pain, gone from my life. It felt so good. Today is the first of November and the first day of Summer, and I have that feeling that I get towards the end of every year; that kind of nostalgic feeling where I reflect on everything that’s happened this year and wonder whether or not I’ve made the best of it. This year is the first in a while which I can safely say that I have. This year I met people that I know I will be friends with for a very long time. This year I moved out of home. This year I went on a crazy, spontaneous, stressful and incredible Euro trip. This year I started uni and I absolutely love it. This year is the first year that hasn’t sent me into a crazy low. I am loving being single and not worrying about all that, and I know now that I can be perfectly happy and content without having a boyfriend. There are so many things I want to do that I don’t even think about it. I’m too caught up in my own life, and I like it that way.

On a bit of a random note, the other day my sister and I were talking about our trip, and we realised that if we hadn’t gone when we did, we probably wouldn’t have gone at all. She has a boyfriend now so everything would have been so different, and she probably wouldn’t have left him for a whole month. I can’t stress enough how important it is to just go and do the things you want to do as soon as you have the opportunity to do them, because you never know what’s going to come up. You will always have an excuse to not do things, but you will also always have an excuse TO DO them. You choose which excuse you want to use.

With all the crazy stuff that’s going on in the world at the moment I have been feeling even more determined to do more of what I love and not waste time dwelling on insignificant things. I know like every single one of my blog posts just ends up turning into an inspirational/motivational rant about life but I just think it’s so important to try to be happy and live the way you want to live, and I keep thinking that if one person reads this and decides to go on that holiday, or learn that instrument, or pursue their dream, then I’ve done my part.

I’m going to Cairns in a little over two weeks, and that means mangoes and pools and beaches and creeks and my best friends and my birthday and Christmas and New Years Eve! I’m finally turning 18 at the end of December, which is still pretty far away but closer than it’s ever been. I’m in Australia so Christmas to me means eating Christmas cookies in the pool and watching Christmas movies in bikinis. I love this way of Christmas, but I also love the European way, and hopefully next year my family will have a white Christmas in Switzerland again. Of course it all depends on money and all that jazz but we’ll definitely try to make it happen.

I still have one exam to go, but once that’s done I promise to write more. I finally reached 50 followers which is so exciting to me, I can’t believe it. I know it’s not a lot but when I started this I thought it would be a kind of diary that I’d look back on and see what I was like during my teenage years, but now people are actually reading it! Thank you so much for reading and following, it literally makes my day.

Lots of love,
Tamara.Joy xo

Life Update – Visiting Home

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Hey guys!

Once again I’m sorry for being so absent lately, uni has pretty much taken over my life. If you’re a student in Brisbane you’ll understand that once the Jacaranda trees are blooming, you need to know your stuff. Well the Jacaranda trees are well and truly bright purple and I still have bucket loads of work to do, so I’m going to make this short and sweet. For the first time in nine months, I finally got to visit home in Cairns for ten days! I’d forgotten how absolutely stunning Cairns is (and how amazing it is to have parents that do your washing and cook you dinner every night). I didn’t realise how much I missed it until I was there again, sipping juice at the beach shack, catching up with the greatest neighbours in the world (they mentioned that they read my blog from time to time, hey guys :P) and partying with my old school friends who have seen me at my absolute worst (grade 10) and still want to hang out with me. I miss having cats and walking around bare foot and being able to walk as slowly as I want without creating a traffic jam of people that are late for work. It kills me when I see people on facebook that are just so unappreciative of living in Cairns. I mean, I’ve been through it, I know that it can get a little suffocating when everyone knows everyone and you’ve lived there your whole life, but there are so many worse places to live. I love living in Brisbane because there are so many opportunities, and I’m able to study what I want to study and have a much needed change of scenery – but I would never trade growing up in Cairns for the world. Anyway, here are a couple of photos of my little holiday:

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It was a really lovely ten days even though I had to do uni work every night. I can’t wait to go back in November and see everyone again without having to do anything because first year will be done and dusted! I cannot believe how fast this year has gone, and although so much has happened, when I try to think back it just seems like I’m flicking through the pages of a book, and not really focusing on one event in particular. I find it really hard to focus in general because my head is so crowded with ideas and deadlines and a certain person who’s attention I can’t seem to get.

Also, on a completely random note, I recently got glasses and I actually really like them. Lets just hope that Dorothy Parker is wrong!
A little poem by Dorothy Parker:
Men seldom make passes: At girls who wear glasses.

Anyway, I vaguely recall saying that I was going to make this short and sweet, so I’ll finish up here. Thanks for reading an update about my life, I hope that it didn’t make you fall asleep. Unless you’re reading it right before bed; in that case, sleep well.

Much love,
Tamara.joy

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Just a friendly reminder to never give up!

16 Sep

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Abundance of Assignments

11 Sep

Hey guys!

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,
Tamara.joy

It Is Hard Being An INFP

25 Aug

Tamara.joy:

This girl just described my inner thoughts. Feels heart-warming, reassuring, and a little terrifying :)

Originally posted on Dreaming. Living. Loving. :

It Is Hard Being An INFP

Okay.

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?

When other people chase after money, INFPs look…

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Our time in Beautiful London

6 Aug

Hey guys!

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:

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We went to see the Big Ben, Westminster, Buckingham Palace (where we accidentally witnessed the changeover of the guards), Trafalgar Square, Soho….

Tea time in London.

Tea time in London.

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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.

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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.

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Next stop… Berlin!

Getting to London

27 Jul

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

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